The Nanny Affair

Chapter 19- Rosalie

I walk in after he has opened the door for me. There are a lot of things going through my thoughts right now. I can't help but wonder why I have this pressing urge to know why he touched me. The constant stream of thoughts is driving me completely insane. Even though I'm confused and my emotions are in turmoil, I still feel a sense of comfort around him.

"Why?" I bluntly ask.

"What?" He says confused.

"Why did you sleep with me?" I finally say, embarrassed by the answer.

He gives me an odd look before responding," Because I like you, I feel like I've made that obvious."

"That's bullshit," I shout as my emotions get the best of me, "How can someone like you who is incredibly perfect, like someone like me who is covered in scars?"

He runs his hands through his hair, "I don't understand what's happening?" He states with confusion.

I take a deep breath as the jealous girl inside me takes over, "Gisselle! Why not go spend your nights with her? She's a real life walking barbie, she's beautiful. She's everything I'm not. So this whole thing makes me think I'm just trash." He tries to walk toward me but I back away.

"You probably saw the poor, used and abused girl and thought you could have fun." Tears stream down my face.

He grabs my shoulders. "Hey look at me." I look into his forest green eyes, "You're beautiful and have a heart of gold. You're everything she's not." His words wash over me like a wave of warmth and his gaze holds me in a way that I can't explain. It's like a forcefield, like we are two magnets who were meant to find each other no matter the obstacles between us.

I remove my focus from him and stroke the side of my face. I really want to put my faith in him, but I know that whatever the outcome, he will end up marrying her. So I decide I'll take what I can get. I can feel his arms wrapping around my waist as he begins to slowly undo the ties on my robe.

"What if I was to kiss every wound and scar to show you how beautiful you are? Your imperfections are perfection to me." He whispers as his lips craze my neck.

As his hand makes its way down my stomach, my head falls back against his chest. My robe is removed carefully, and he allows it to fall to the ground below. My scars are in his sight as his lips move to the back of my neck. He begins by following the marks with his fingers, then moves on to using his lips to complete the task. He spins me around and places his hands on either side of my face.

"You're beautiful. Don't ever doubt that."

His lips press against mine and I melt. He lays me on the bed as his tongue traces lines on my skin, drawing a road map to my soul. As his tongue performs its enchantment, I let out an ecstatic cry of pleasure. I feel myself come undone and he makes his way back to my lips after taking in every last drop.

When he glides inside of me, the pleasure that follows is just intoxicating. When he has his hands all over me, it's like being high on a drug. As we both reach our peak states simultaneously, his eyes lock upon mine. As he relaxes on his pillow, I observe the rise and fall of his chest as he takes in and exhales his air. After a brief moment, I stand up and start getting dressed.

"Where are you going?"

Back to my room," I inform him as I pull my panties up before putting my bra back on.

After getting out of bed, he slips his boxers on and walks over to his dresser. He pulls out a white t-shirt and walks toward me.

"Stay the night," He hands me the t-shirt.

"What about the boys?"

"Let me deal with them." He smiles, "I want to hold you in my arms."

After accepting, I hastily pull the garment over my head. After I get into his bed, he grabs my arm and pulls me closer to him. As I lay my head on his chest, he wraps his arms around me and holds me close. He lowers his head, raises my chin, and kisses me again. I feel like I'm falling in love as his tongue parts our mouths. I've dreamt so long for someone like him. Even if we are currently together, he is still quite a distance away. He will never be only mine. I want to be the only thing he needs, the oxygen he breaths. But I know that's not possible.

As his arms wrap around, I take this moment and pretend that everything we have is right. We are two ships in the night, passing each other in our own respective directions, and this embrace is only a brief moment of respite from the reality that nothing will ever last.