Page 52 of Naz & Roz

Roz stepped out of the bedroom doorway, and closer to him. “Is it always like that—your mind, I mean? Just overflowing and too much all the time?”

He stilled when her hand came up to brush against his jaw, and then her fingertips danced over his temple softly.

“Not when I’m with you,” he murmured. “It’s … quiet when I’m with you.”

Which was exactly why he hadn’t been able to get back to that equation. Why he hadn’t been able to finish it despite having it banging around in his head like a wasp that wouldn’t leave him alone for years.

Finally, he found the one thing in the world that made all this crazy shit in his head go quiet. And she was fucking perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

“I forgot for a moment,” Roz whispered.

Naz smiled as she inched closer until their noses were touching, and her lips grazed his as she spoke.

“Forgot what, Roz?”

“How smart you are. It’s just … I forgot because you’re pretty amazing in every other way, too. The genius thing is just something else to add to it, I guess.”

“I’m not amazing,” Naz said. “I’m just me.”

“Maybe.”

He heard her unspoken words.

But not to her.

He was amazing to her.

“Naz?”

Hmm?”

She was still watching him in that way—like she was seeing him for the first time all over again, and nothing else mattered.

“You know I didn’t come here just to look around your place and talk, right?”

Naz kissed her softly. “Yeah, I know. But it’s all on you, girl. Whatever you want, whenever you want it. I love you, so it’s always on you.”

Roz’s blue eyes darkened. “Do you really?”

“What?”

“Love me that much.”

So very much.

His hands came up to cup her throat and jaw, so he could keep her looking at only him. “Let me show you, Roz. Can I show you how I love you?”

His lips were on hers again when she whispered, “Please.”