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She heard Rebel curse from the other room, and Rosie could only shake her head because she knew why he was frustrated. Putting away the last of the clean dishes, she wiped her hands on the rag and set it back on the kitchen counter.
Leaving the kitchen and going into the living room, she saw Rebel sitting on the couch, his big body hunched over their little coffee table and his textbooks scattered around him.
“Fucking hell.” He cursed low.
“What’s wrong?” she asked although she already knew the answer.
He looked over his shoulder at her, this bland expression on his face.
“You know what’s wrong.”
She smiled and walked over to him.
“I am a fucking idiot to not be able to get this shit.” He leaned back on the couch and exhaled. He was shirtless, his hair damp from his shower, and his big, muscular body taut.
“Hey,” she said and waited until he looked at her. “You’re not an idiot. Math is hard.”
He lifted a brow. “Not for you. I swear, I don’t know how I got so lucky to have such a beautiful, smart woman to love me.”
She felt her face heat and glanced down. Even all these years later she still got shy when he complimented her. Rebel just made her feel so damn good.
“Come here,” he said, his head resting on the back of the couch, the muscles in his chest showing off in stark clarity. Her gaze lowered to his side, where he had her name in script tattooed onto his flesh.
She’d tried to talk him out of it, but Rebel was a headstrong guy and did whatever he wanted.
Rosie telling him getting her name inked on him was permanent had had him responding, “Well, you’re permanent in my life.” That had shut her up and made her feel all gooey inside.
She was about to sit down beside, but Rebel grinned and grabbed her around the waist. He pulled her on top of his lap and just held her. She felt so small compared to him, so feminine.
“I don’t know how I let you talk me into taking classes.”
She smoothed her hand over his bare chest and smiled at him. “Yes, you do.”
“Oh? And how did I let you talk me into it?”
“Because you’re smarter than you give yourself credit for, and you love me too much to say no to anything I ask.”
He chuckled softly. “Yeah, I do love you too much to tell you no.” He exhaled again and pulled her even closer to him. “College is fucking hard for me though, baby.”
“I know, but you’re only taking a couple of classes. Give it some time. I’m here to help.”
They sat in silence, but no words needed to be said. It was comfortable, as it always was between them. After graduation she’d gotten accepted into a college just an hour from where they’d lived. Rebel had moved with her, even to her surprise.
Their relationship been accepted by their parents, and that had been her biggest worry. She loved her mother and stepfather, and the happiness they had for their relationship.
Rebel might not have had any intentions of going to school, and had told her he’d rather work so she didn’t have to worry about money, but she knew he had potential.
Even if he was just taking some trade classes, Rosie was sure he’d find his niche. It didn’t matter if he got a degree or not, as long as he eventually realized he was smart and could do anything he set his mind to.
Here they were, two years later, her starting her junior year of college, and Rebel working full-time at a custom body shop while going to night school two days a week. It didn’t matter that they were living in a one-bedroom apartment and eating pasta and tomato sauce most nights.
They were together, and that was all that really mattered in her eyes.
“I love you,” he said and stroked his hand down her back. “You’re it for me, Rosie. There isn’t anyone else that will ever compare to you, that will ever hold a place in my heart. Without you I’m nothing.”
She pulled back and looked at him. Cupping his stubble-covered cheek in her hands, she leaned down and kissed him.
“It was always meant to be you and me, Rosie girl.”
