Brantley's POV:
The further away from the hospital we got, the more Roz relaxed. When we parked at the diner, I went around and opened her door and helped her down. We headed inside and sat, when our waitress came over, a barely 18 year old girl bursting out of her uniform, she made sure I knew she was interested. She made sure to stick her chest in my face, so noticeably that I actually had to lean back to avoid her. Roz frowned, I did too. The waitress's hand had made its way to my arm, and was gradually sliding up and down then around to my chest. Every time I'd fend her off, she's reach for something else. She was like an octopus. I finally managed to get free and I quickly scooted around the corner booth, until I was next to Roz on the opposite side. The girl huff and bounced off. I groaned and thanked my head on the table. Wincing at the ache in my ribs when I hunched over. My knees knocked the table, and my torso was nearly against the table. Roz giggled. I raised an eyebrow at her. "You could've helped ya know? Christ, I feel dirty now." I groaned. She cracked up again. "Oh come on B, back in high school you would've had her out of that uniform in seconds." She snorted. "Yeah.. In high school. I'm damn near old enough to be that little girl's Daddy, and not in the grown up, fun kind of way." I shuddered. She smiled and shook her head at me. "You really have changed huh?" She asked. "Nah. I'm still me, I just grew up Roz. You can't fault a man for the arrogance he had as a boy." I told her honestly. Something changed then. She was a little, softer, I guess you could say. More open, less guarded. "Hey darlin, why'd you hate me so much back in the day anyways?" I asked her. She blushed and sighed. An older woman approached this time, "sorry about that. What can I get you two?" She smiled softly. We placed our orders without incident and she left. Roz turned back to me. "I never hated you." She said. I easier an eyebrow in doubt. "No, really. I never hated you. God this is embarrassing... I had a crush on you. You were older than I was by a few years. So we never really socialized. I was the nerdy girl who was too tall, always studying, quiet. You were the star quarterback. Outgoing, a girl on each arm. I didn't intentionally act like a bitch, you just flustered me. I'd freeze up, and never know what to say. I was always scared you'd laugh at me if I said something stupid." She shrugged and looked away. I tugged her closer and locked eyes with her. "I never would've laughed at you. I only antagonized you because I felt like a big idiot around you. Like I wasn't smart enough to talk to you." I shrugged and chuckled. Roz gasped. "How can you say that? You graduated with honors and went on to college. You're far from stupid. You may ooze testosterone by the bucket, but you're not lacking intelligence." Roz said seriously. I smiled and pecked her lips once. "For the record, I've been sober for years, and I much prefer a relationship over a one-night stand. I'm a grown ass man, and I'm not into playing games. I'm not looking for a booty call darlin." I told her. She smiled happily. Our food arrived and I scooted back over to my side so we could eat. After we finished, we were still chatting, just catching up through the years when I asked her something. "Hey Roz, I've got a show at the Georgia Theater this weekend. I know you work crazy hours, but I'd really like for you to be there." She smiled. "I'll put it on the calendar at work to be off. You always said that was your life goal, to perform there. Of course I'll come." She said and pecked my cheek. I grinned and kissed her. Not as intense as in the hospital, but a whole lot more than a friendly peck on the cheek. When I pulled back, her eyes were glazed, then a blank face slammed down. I saw the walls go up. "Why do you do that?" I asked her. "Do what?" She asked. "The second we start getting close, you throw your guard up. I can see the walls slam down. Why?" I asked her. She took a breath. "You're a very intense man.." She started. I sat back. "Do I intimidate you?" I asked softly. Roz snorted. "No." She said as if I were missing something. Her eyes roamed up and down my body hungrily. "Do I excite you?" I asked, wondering if I were reading her right. "More than I care to admit to." She whispered and blushed. "I'm not used to reacting to anyone this way. You're very... Potent, and I'm not exactly sure what to do with you to be honest." She said still eyeing me like she wanted to sink her teeth into me. I smirked darkly and leaned forward. "What is it that you want to do with me pretty girl?" I asked her, my voice rumbling out of my chest. She gasped. I noticed she liked when I growled. "That's a really loaded question, and there's absolutely no appropriate answer for me to give you. Because it's more of a 'what I want you to do to me' kind of thing if we're being totally, completely honest." She blushed hotly but held my gaze. The look she sent me was a hot one, but there was a vulnerability beneath it. "I find that I have trouble controlling myself around you." She admitted shyly, still checking me out.
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FanfictionRosalie is a nurse in the ER, fed up with boys who think they're men, she gives up on dating and swears off guys. What happens when Brantley Gilbert, mma fighter, biker, local musician, and all around bad news, shows up and catches her eye? Will she...