Rose [S.M]

communication problems

I am woken up by soft kisses being pressed into my neck. "Time to wake up baby."

I groan softly "5 more minutes, please." I mumble and push my face into the pillow.

"Alright then. I am going to take a shower. If you are still asleep when I get out, I will drag you into the shower with your pjs still on."

"Sure babe." No way that he is going to do that. I will cut of his balls and feed them to him if he tries that. Okay, maybe not his balls. The world still needs his offspring. With the world, I mean me. One day though. Don't worry. I am not planning on getting myself knocked up any time soon.

"I am not joking."

"Yeah yeah babe. Go get your shower." And leave me alone, please. Now that it is beginning to be 'normal' that I wake up next to him, I start to noticed how much of a morning person he actually is. In the past, I never really woke up next to him (excluded a couple of times). I always had at least 30 minutes to properly wake up before I saw him. So, by then I was already awake, had a coffee and could handle his alertness. Now, I feel that sometimes I want to punch him in the face. He is soooo freaking active from the moment he wakes up. The guy even only sets one, ONE alarm and he gets out of bed. I alone already need 4 alarms to even get me to open one eye. So, you can imagine that there are some irritations (on both sides) there sometimes.

The best part about sleeping together with someone is when they leave the bed so that you have the whole, warm bed to yourself. Don't get me wrong, I love it to feel him laying next to me but having a bed to yourself. Girl, that is heaven right there.

I turn over and lay my head onto his pillow. I still don't understand how his natural sense can smell so good. It probably sounds creepy but it's actually true. I think that he is the only person who I am not grossed out by (okay, less grossed out by) if he doesn't immediately shower in the morning. Love is a weird thing, my friend.

I snuggle up with the pillow as I hear the shower start to run. Finally, some peace and quiet.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz

You got to be fucking kidding me.. I open my eyes and stare irritated at Shawn's phone that is buzzing on the nightstand.

I sigh in relief as it stops buzzing. It's 8:15 in the freaking morning. What type of person would call someone at this time of day? Not a normal one.

I lay my head on the pillow and I close my eyes again. My rest is yet again disturbed by the sound of Shawn's phone. Devils device. This time it's because of a new incoming text. The curious side of me takes over as I reach for the phone.

Missed call: Camila Cabello

New text message: Camila Cabello

What the hell does she wants from him. Rose, is it really necessary to invade his privacy? Hell yeah it is. If he doesn't want me to read his texts, he should have taken his phone with him. Right? You know, don't answer that. I know that I am not thinking clear. I cannot help it. This is how girls are.

I click on the text message.
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From: Camila Cabello
Received at: 08:18 A.M

Shawnito, where are you at, mi amor? I saw that you are in Canada. Are you still with Rose? If not, maybe we can meet up?
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Bitch, what?! 'Are you still with Rose? If not, maybe we can meet up?'. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Why can't they meet up if I am present? Let's break the text down.