Taking a few more steps in the room and shutting the door behind me, I saw exactly what he was doing.

Solving my crossword puzzles.

I would have been upset had he not been using a pencil.

“Do you like crossword puzzles?” I asked, plopping onto the bed, on my belly with my head next to his. I rested my chin on his shoulder and watched him focus on one of my hardest puzzles.

“I like them better than talking about menstrual cycles.”

I giggled. He turned his head just enough to grin at me and press a short kiss to my lips. Then he returned his attention to the puzzle.

“You’re not going to get fourteen across.”

“Gulping in haste,” he whispered the clue.

I smirked, knowing he’d never ever get it.

Five letters.

Second letter was E.

Last letter was Z.

“Move on to the next one.” I bit his earlobe and tugged it. “You’re going to break your brain trying to figure it out.”

“Zip it,” he said, and it made me giggle more.

I kissed along his neck, and he cocked his head to the side, giving me better access.

“Xertz,” he said, filling in the missing letters.

I jerked my head straight. “How did you get that? You cheated. You used your phone.”

Fisher tossed the puzzle and pencil aside before reaching back and grabbing me, pulling me onto the floor.

“Fish—”

“Shh …” He covered my mouth with his hand while kissing my neck.

I quieted. His hand slid away from my mouth and his lips replaced it. He rolled us so that I was on top of him, my hair in his face, his hands on my butt, my hands on either side of his head.

“Fisher …” I deposited kisses all over his face. “If I’m yours…” my lips brushed the shell of his ear “…then you have to take the bad with the good.”

Bad sex.

I wanted him to take the bad sex that would come with our first time.

“What if …” He threaded his fingers through my hair, pulling it away from our faces. “What if you’re not supposed to be mine?”

Before I could present my most heartbroken frown, a fist tapped my door twice, and then it opened.

There was no time to stand. There was barely time to blink.

“Reese, do you have—” Rose stilled. Eyes wide. Lips parted into a huge O. “I … I’m sorry.” She backed out of the room and shut the door.

“Rose …” I flew to my feet and out of my bedroom.

Grabbing Rose’s arm before she got more than two steps toward the porch, I pulled her into my bathroom and shut the door.

Closing my eyes for a brief second, I blew out a slow breath. When I opened them, Rose eyed me with concern.