Treat you better

Part 25- Stuck on you

SHAWN

It had been an hour since Shawn had left Rosaly at work and he already missed her. On the way to the studio, he passed a flower shop and sent her red roses. He hoped Rosaly didn't forget that night, like he never would.

He remembered watching her sleep that morning, and his heart was moved. She seemed so vulnerable lost in the dream world, her legs intertwined with his. She didn't even look like the sexy girl who had driven him crazy in that very bed, leaving him totally overwhelmed by her beauty as a woman. And when Rosaly woke up and tried to hide her perfect nakedness from him, Shawn had been enchanted by her coy shyness, which in minutes had turned into pure desire when he touched her again.

Her skin smelled like roses, and its texture was so soft that it acquired a rosy hue as passion took hold of her. He loved touching her and hearing her whisper his name when his hands touched the most sensitive points of her body. And he loved it even more when she let her hair fall into waves on his chest as she threw her head back when she reached the highest peak of pleasure.

Rosaly had enveloped him with the fire of her soul, dragging him with her in that symphony their bodies composed together, making them fly higher and higher in a complete surrender.

How many times had he shouted her name? How many times had she made him lose his breath? She had touched him with her lips, forcing him to recognize that he had never had so much pleasure with a girl as he had with her in a single night, and that was when he had discovered that he loved her, and this realization had taken him by surprise, making the sexual act between them even more special.

Shawn had never made love to someone he had been in love with, and so loving Rosaly had made him even more aware of her importance in his life.

How did he fall in love so quickly? He had never had the ease to get emotionally involved with anyone. As a teenager, he had dreamed of a perfect muse, but all his flirting or dates never came close to his romantic ideals.

By becoming famous, things had become worse, and after several disappointments, Shawn had given up searching for his perfect match. Now that wonderful girl had proved him wrong, and that his dream muse really existed.

He took a sip of the iced tea his secretary had brought him, and his thoughts led him back to the events of that morning. He had practically dragged Rosaly into the bathtub when she woke up, and he was not sorry. He felt her in his arms as the soft scent of flowers and warm water enveloped them, was something incredible, and he had never had that kind of experience before. Shawn had possessed her under all that foam that covered their bodies, while all the sighs and moans were the only sound to break the silence around them. However, what had left him intrigued was the conversation they had later in the kitchen.

He'd watched her eat, fascinated by the delicacy of her features. Then, Rosaly asked;

- Why are you smiling at me like that, Shawn? - he could tell her a thousand different things that were going on in his head at that moment, but the only words that occurred to her were:

- I was thinking about how beautiful you are when you wake up. - Rosaly had looked at him in surprise, and then spoke as if she was asking herself:

- I wonder how many girls you've said that to. - Shawn didn't like the tone she used to say that. She didn't seem to believe the sincerity of what he was saying. He pushed away the cup of coffee he'd been drinking, and tried to ask in a neutral tone:

- What makes you think I've had so many girls like that? And she'd answered, after pondering for a few minutes:

- Well, I guess from your pop star history, I assume girls aren't a problem for you. - So that's it, he thought. The old culture that famous people tended to have love affairs wherever they went, like true sex maniacs. Maybe some were like that, but it wasn't his case.