Just Coworkers| • Shayne Topp •

Chapter Thirty-Four

Shayne's P.O.V

I could not erase the image of Rosimar's body. The red lace looked beautiful against her tan skin; and while her body was beautiful in every way to me, I saw some things I never wanted to see again. She had scars on her body. The ones that her father put there. I felt anger bubble up in my gut. There were so many. Most were barely visible, but they were still there. I understood why she put on jackets and long-sleeve shirts on the hottest of days. All because of the scars. I had never hated someone who I had never met, until this very moment.

"Shayne? I am done." I turned around and open the door. She had her hair up in a messy bun. She looked gorgeous. I looked her up and down, and her shorts were very short. I have never seen Rosimar with such "revealing" clothes on. She always had long sleeve something and long pants. She looked down at the floor and bit her lip.

"Sorry about the shorts. I was supposed to grab ones that are longer, but I didn't realize I grabbed the really short ones." I lifted her chin up.

"It is okay. Come on. Let's show you the rest of your surprise." She smiled at me and closed her eyes. I placed my scarf over them and tied it in the back. I carried her and she wrapped her legs around my waist, with a shriek. She placed her arms around my neck and placed her head against my shoulder. I placed my hands on the underside of her thigh and blush rose onto her cheeks.

Once I got inside of my room, I set her on the floor.

"I am going to take off your blindfold, but keep your eyes closed." She nodded, and I took them off.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, Shayne. I am ready." She said with a smile.

"Open your eyes." She looked up around in awe. She looked at the fort, and a smile etched onto her face.

"You did this all for me?" I nodded at her. She ran towards me and jumped into my arms.

"You are the cutest!" She placed multiple kisses all over my face, but not my lips. I pouted and she giggled. She leaned in and placed a light kiss on my lips. I smiled and hugged her tightly. I set her down. She scurried off into the fort and sat at the entrance.

"No boys allowed." She said as she smiled.

"Oh wow! I see how it is. Bye." I said as I started for the door. She started to fake cry.

"No, I was joking. Come back!" I laughed at our weirdness and went back into the fort. I crawled in and landed next to Rosimar. We faced each other, and I pulled her close. She looked beautiful like always.

"Rosi, can we talk?" She nodded and sat up. I did as well.

I looked at her and felt myself become nervous. I grabbed ahold of her hands; her touch gave me a sense of protection that I wanted to be engulfed in.

"I wanted to start off by saying that I am sorry. In the couple of months that all these problems kept occurring, I was a complete and utter douche bag. My pride got the best of me. I thought that I was crazy for having feelings for you. I thought that people would make fun of me for going out with you. I was wrong. I should not have thought that. You are the kindest person I have ever met. Even after all of my stupidity and behavior towards you, you found the positive part of it and forgave me every single time. I am so thankful for that. I don't know what brought it upon me. It could have just been me being a fucking asshat, but I have never been like this. Maybe it was the fear to fall in love. Love is rough on everyone, and when you are a 'known' person, you don't know if people actually want you for you. It has happened before. I have been used for the small fame that I have. I know you aren't like that, but getting hurt that badly last time made me think that I was no longer going to be the victim of the game. I wanted to come out on top(p). I wanted to be the person to come out of a relationship with his heart intact. I lost myself in the midst of the nonsense. Every time I did some dumb shit to you, my heart would shatter. I did not understand why I was getting hurt because I was playing the game, but for some unknown reason, seeing you hurt made my blood boil. I did not want to admit the way I felt. Everyone around me, basically yelling to give in to the emotions, but I was terrified; and no one could read that. I couldn't even understand the simplicity behind why I was terrified. The only person I wanted to run to was to you," I brought my hand up to her cheek and caressed her skin. "But I couldn't. You were better off without me. I just could not help, but miss you. The way you hugged everyone else... I wished to have that back, you know?" I began to cry. "You were my everything and to see you slip away from me was heartbreaking. When you woke up from the coma, I didn't want you hugging Damien and Noah like that. I wanted you to hug me like that. I wanted your touch to linger on me, but it didn't. You were my emotion novocaine and I could not even get a sip of you to numb all of the pain. Every person that got a lingering touch from you, made my heart become wilted a little more. It made me angry. So when you came up to me, the only way that I could think of to make you feel bad, was to insult you. Not knowing that it would hurt you to the level that it did. Not knowing everyone would look at me differently. I fucked up over and over. Lana was just a cover-up and I ended up breaking up with her because simply she wasn't you. I never met the words that I said. Everything I said to you was lies. You are beautiful. Your size has nothing to do with who you are. You are my everything. I just hope that you can give me the opportunity to show you that love is indeed real. I hope you can find it within me." She smiled at me and she scooted towards me. She sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around me tightly. I hugged back feeling my heartbeat slow down to normal speed. She pulled away and looked at my face. A sob fell from my lips. She wiped my tears and placed kisses all over my face. I smiled and chuckled.

"I know you don't feel the same in return, but I love you, Rosimar." She smiled and pulled me down for a long kiss. The passion made my heart speed up. My mind could only focus on my love for this beautiful woman. She was made for me, and I will never find another reason to fuck this up again. Never in a million years. She will be mine, and I will be hers. Nothing will ever change that.

"I will love you eventually, Shayne." God, I am so in love with this woman.

She moved on my lap to face away from me and we put on a movie. We put on "It" because she is one of the few people that loves clowns. I know... Weird as fuck. We laced our hands together as the movie played. She brought our hands towards her mouth and kissed mine. I kissed her neck and she giggled because she is the most ticklish person I have ever met. I took my phone out and took a picture of our hands. She looked at me, questioningly.

"I am posting a picture on Instagram." She bit her lip.

"Are you sure, Shayne? What if a fan recognizes my hand?" I shrugged.

"I am not afraid to show you off, Princess." She smiled and turned towards the movie once more.