Upon their return home, both of them had been too drained to think. So after an early dinner and a shared shower, they had gone to bed.
Where Rose had been able to fall asleep in a matter of minutes, Nate was not so lucky. Long after Rose had fallen asleep, Nate held her in his arms. Needing to reassure himself that she was there, that she was fine. Because of him, she had nearly not been alright. Had nearly died. How could she not blame him? How was it that she still trusted him enough to fall asleep in his arms. Had she never met him, Chuck would have never tried to harm her. She would still have her flower shop, and be happily tending to her plants. The thought of her not being in his life made his heart stutter though, pure fear gripping him.
