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Part 91: another secret

Adriana:

💞4 months later💞

Shawn and I are fully settled in our own home now. Although it was all done a few months ago, now we moved in, made it our own. "Morning." He whispered as I rolled on to my side to look at him.
I smiled, stretching out before wrapping my arms around him, "Morning." I felt his hands drawing small circles on my bare back. And I smiled, thinking back to our magical night.

Every night has something special, where it's just having a good time outside by the bonfire, watching a movie or... you know, get in bed and love.
He's not ashamed about it anymore, and I like to think that I succeeded in the process of replacing his bad memories of making love, with the most unforgettable moments.
And he sure as hell makes being new at this a satisfying thing, to feel like I know what I'm doing when I'm still so unsure. But my body just goes in autopilot when he's in control.

"What do you want to do today?" I felt him kissing down the back of my neck to my shoulder after I turned my back on him again, his arms wrapped around my waist. "Well when you do that it's hard to say that I want to go out and do something else." I turned on to my stomach, looking at him and seeing the smirk on his face. "Really?" He pushed himself up and lied down on my back, kissing my shoulders and down the spine of my back.

I felt shivers and hallowed my back as I felt his fingertips brushing down my side. "That tickles." I laughed, feeling him smiling on to my skin. "Common, I want to take you somewhere." He hovered over me, giving me time to turn around and look at him. I wrapped my arms around his back as he rested down on me again, his face in my neck.

"Yeah, where too?"
"That's a surprise."
He gave me one more kiss in my neck before sitting up, grabbing his boxers from the ground and putting them on before walking out to the kitchen.

"Shawn." He turned back to me and peeked around the frame of the door.
"Yeah?"
"I love you." He smiled big, "Love you more." I got up just a while later, taking a shower and getting dressed before walking out to the kitchen as well.

I stopped when I smelled the most amazing smell. "Oh my god!"
"Smells good?"
"Yes! What are you making?" I rushed up to him, peeking over his shoulder. "Your favorite." I saw him making pancakes. "Awww." I pecked his cheek, but that wasn't good enough for him. As I walked away he grabbed my arm and pulled me back in to his embrace. He tucked a piece of hair in behind my ear before kissing me passionately, long, and lingering.

"I'll set up the table outside. I'm really excited about these." I kissed him one more time before grabbing some plates and cutlery and walking outside to set up the table. I took a moment, to just get my mind at ease as I sat down next to the lake.
But I called my best friend to tell her what's on my mind.

"I should probably tell him about my family. He's my only support apart from my dad." I sighed as I talked to Mariana. "He asked a lot of questions about me and Keegan and my mum, and I know he'll probably be okay with it..."
"Just tell him Adriana. He won't be mad." "I know he won't. It's just been bothering me lately, and I don't know why." She went silent for a while.

"I know how much you want to meet your own mum Adriana. It's not bad to feel that way, and Shawn will support you no matter what." I smiled as she reassured me of my situation. "Thank you Mariana. You're the best."
"I know, but don't go silent on me for that long again okay. Call me from time to time." I laughed at her, saying goodbye and just sitting, gazing over the view for a last few seconds.

"Adriana!" Shawn yelled and I jumped up, jogging up the hill to the house. "What were you doing down at the lake?" "Just taking a moment to clear my mind. These look so good." He smiled, kissig the top of my head before sitting down next to me.
I immediately devoured the pancakes he made, feeling satisfied with every bite I take.

"Who were you talking to?" He point to my phone. "Mariana." He nodded, looking at me with one eyebrow curved.

He knows.
He knows I need to tell him something but he never pushes me to do it.
"It's your own choice if you want to tell me or not. I'm not pressuring you." He stated, never making eye contact as he ate on his food. "How is that not pressure?" We laughed, and I smiled as I saw him smiling up at me.

I clamped my hand around the back of his neck, playing with the small hair as he finished up on his food. The love I have for him is more than I have for anything else.

He owns my heart, and I don't want anyone else but him.