Bloody Rose

chap 4

Cheyenne's POV:

I woke up feeling sore, my body aching from the intensity of the previous night. As I peeled myself off the bed, my muscles protested.

"Ow," I muttered, dropping to the floor with a groan.

For a moment, I damn near kissed the floor, grateful to be upright and alive.

Ronnie's face flashed in my mind, and a blush spread across my cheeks. Memories of our passionate night flooded back – the urgency, the hunger, the connection.

"Wow," I breathed, recalling the way Ronnie's hands explored my body.

As I stood, my legs wobbled beneath me. I grasped the bedframe for support.

"Cheyenne?" Ronnie's sleepy voice called from beneath the covers.

"I'm... good," I replied, laughing.

Ronnie threw off the blankets and joined me, concern etched on his face.

"You okay? Did I—"

"I'm fine," I reassured, smiling. "Just a little...sore."

Ronnie's eyes crinkled at the corners. "Sore, huh?"

I playfully rolled my eyes. "Don't get too cocky."

Ronnie chuckled, pulling me close.

"Morning," he whispered.

"Morning," I replied.

Our lips met in a gentle kiss.
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Ronnie's POV:

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I rushed to Cheyenne's side, helping her up from the floor. "Easy, baby," I whispered, supporting her weight.

She leaned into me, her eyes still cloudy with sleep. "Thanks," she murmured.

I guided her to the bathroom, her hand grasping mine. As we reached the sink, I turned her to face me.

"Let me," I said, gently brushing her hair aside.

Cheyenne's eyes met mine in the mirror, a soft smile spreading across her face.

I turned on the faucet, testing the water temperature before wetting a washcloth. Gently, I began to clean her face, wiping away the remnants of last night's makeup.

Cheyenne's eyelids fluttered closed as I tended to her. Her trust in me was palpable.

Next, I helped her brush her teeth, our hands touching as we shared the sink.

"Feeling better?" I asked.

Cheyenne nodded, rinsing her mouth.

As we stepped out of the bathroom, I swept her into my arms.

"Breakfast?" I suggested.

Cheyenne's eyes sparkled. "Waffles?"

I grinned. "Coming right up."
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Cheyenne's POV:

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I lay my head on Ronnie's shoulder as we ate breakfast, feeling completely safe and content. The warmth of his body, the gentle stroke of his hand on my arm, and the comforting silence between us filled me with joy.

The pancakes were fluffy, the syrup sweet, but it was Ronnie's presence that truly satisfied me.

As we sat together, I realized that this was what I'd been missing – not just the physical connection, but the emotional bond.

Ronnie's finger traced my jawline, sending shivers down my spine.

"Comfortable?" he asked.

I nodded, snuggling deeper into his shoulder.

"This feels like home," I whispered.

Ronnie's arm wrapped around me, holding me close.

"For me too," he replied.

In this peaceful moment, our differences melted away. We were two souls, connected and at peace.

As we finished breakfast, Ronnie stood, pulling me up with him.

"Today's agenda?" he asked.

I grinned mischievously. "No plans. Just you."

Ronnie's eyes sparkled. "Perfect."