Rosie White, an Art History student working to achieve her life goal of becoming a sought-after local artist. She pours her heart and soul into her art and dreams of falling in love. After Rosie lost her grandma, and with no parents in sight, she se...
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As we lay here, the water cooling around us, the bubbles slowly disintegrating. I rub my hands over Rosie's soft, small figure clinging onto me. It was a shock to me, to learn she was pure, untouched. As much as the thought of her being with another man enraged me, I never quite expected her to tell me no man had ever had the pleasure of touching her, feeling every slope and curve.
Tonight didn't go how I expected, how I planned. My parents threw everything off, surprising me. They never turn up to events like this, never bother with charity-based occasions. My father seems to think I attend these for my name, for the family name. I guess in some ways I do, to keep him happy and off my back. But the truth is I come to these as I enjoy putting my money into something worthy.
I have more money than I need, than anyone needs. Donating it to places and people that need it makes sense, well, to anyone with a heart I guess.
I never open up to anyone about what happened with Char, but I knew it's going to take me giving Rosie my trust, for her to give me her trust. I knew I'd surprised her, and I wasn't sure if she was going to believe me, believe that I haven't touched a woman in that way for a very long time, but I got the feeling she did believe me, she did trust me.
One step at a time.
When she opened up to me about her childhood, about how her parents were, how they treated her and tried to mould her, it took all my strength not to flip the damn room upside down, rage and squeeze her to me, promise her I would protect her, she would never feel like that again. I tried to show her the latter by being there, being that something she needs, now and forever. I will work every day I live to show her that.
Just as I start to think she's fallen asleep, I feel her shiver, goose bumps forming under my hold. She shifts, moving her head off my chest, a place I came to like it, close. When she looks up to me, she looks tired, her make up is dropping from the heat of the bath, she looks tired, but most importantly, relaxed.
I didn't miss the fact she was on edge all evening; she was so wound up I thought at times she might up and leave, run away. Seeing her relaxed, now, it's what I wanted to achieve tonight, even if it did take us a different route to get there.
Her cheek is red, rosy from where it was perched against me. She moves to wrap her arms around her breasts, when I think she's about to try and cover herself from me, she speaks, "I'm getting cold, and all shrively."
I realise the water has pretty much cooled. I smile as I flip the bathtub plug up, letting the water drain. "Shriverly?"
She smiles back at me, "Yeah, I'm shrivelling up here."
I shuffle her back and move to stand, she rises with me and I hop out the tub, helping her out. I grab the bath towels being heated on the heated towel rail and wrap her up in one before hooking one around my waist.
She turns towards the mirror and gasps. "Holy shit!"
I smile, making eye contact through the mirror with her. "What?"
