Possession [s.m]

5.

•rebecca•

Today is the end of my break until I am going to college. Which is tomorrow. Oh my god.

My time with Shawn has been absolutely perfect.

Everything seems to be back now. My smile, my weight, my mind, and just everything is just perfect.

During our three months together, we did everything, I mean everything.

For two weeks, we went on a yacht alone together. On train rides. We even took a small yoga class together, which didn't turn out well for him.

We even did some normal things that couples do. Like go on movie dates and restaurants.

It was just perfect that we were together without me having to worry about anything to do with his old gang.

I visited Anna a few times, and it took me by surprise when I saw a small baby that looks just like her in her arms.

It made me excited about having a baby one day with Shawn. I've always wanted a baby and when the time is right, we will.

Speaking of, don't get me started on Shawn and I's sex life. It seems to be improving each time. Most couples it gets boring over time, but not with us.

Anything we'd be doing together, it seems to always end up in one way. With him inside of me.

The laundry room.

I'd be putting clothes in the washing machine, he'd sneak up behind me and start to whisper unholy things in my ear. My legs would automatically weaken and he'd place me on top of the washing machine and pound into me relentlessly.

The kitchen.

We'd be learning how to cook together and I'll somehow end up bent over the kitchen island with the food burning.

In public, he'd also try to get in my pants, but I'd shut him down. Most of the time.

Something as simple as painting together, we'd end up with paint covering our bodies from head to toe.

Even when we fight, which has been happening a lot more lately, we end up apologizing and then having sex.

Its not only the sex, my time with him the past three months has been genuinely blissful and I almost don't even want to go to my first day at NYU tomorrow.

A long life of having fun with Shawn doesn't sound bad, but maybe I could have both.

My mind starts to drift to our time together on his yacht and it makes me feel all calm inside, as well as the light rain from outside.

"What are you smiling about?" Shawn's voice drifts me away from my thoughts from under me.

My mind was so filled with memories that I almost forgot that we are cuddled up in front of the fireplace with all of our favourite snacks, and comfortable pillows surrounding us.

"I was just thinking of when I was afraid of the water and you pulled me in." I smile some more, hearing his heart beat at a steady pace as my ear is on his chest.

His long index starts to run through my spine under the silk fabric of my night gown.

"Wouldn't you want to go back to the yacht again. That whole boat all to ourselves." He contemplates.

I look up at him, and catch him switching his eyes from me to the fireplace, in an attempt to look innocent.

"Shawn. You can't manipulate me into changing my mind about tomorrow."