Rose POV
“How have you been? I mean, I know you are writing novels. What else keeps you busy?” Dexter asked as he guided me to a table. He pulled out a chair and let me sit before he sat across from me.
I wanted to be a sarcastic b***h and tell him my depression and anxiety had kept me busy, but I held my tongue. My fingers were fidgeting and I immediately thought of Jace holding them. It didn’t help much, so I clasped my hand together and took a deep breath before getting settled on my seat.
For a moment I stared at Dexter. His face had slightly aged, which made him more handsome compared to when we were teenagers. His body had broadened, rippling with muscles. If he had been single, which would be soon, females would soon flock around him, like the waitress who immediately came to his
