A Bad Girl's Love

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Chapter 37

“Aaron, keep it down,” Shawn cackles out in as small of a voice as he can manage.

“Okay, Daddy,” Aaron laughs out before I smile, my eyes still closed, hopefully giving off the impression that I’m still sleeping rather than trying to hear what’s got them so happy. “I know you’re faking it, Mommy.” A pair of eyes land on me as a small finger reaches out to poke me in the cheek.

I catch his hand before opening my eyes and pulling him into the bed with me; he lets out a small yelp. “I wasn’t faking it, Kangaroo,” I yawn out while cuddling him closer. “The plan was to go back to sleep, mijo.” I notice a small smile on his father’s face as he looks over us.

“You hungry?” Shawn asks while crouching down in front of us.

I don’t get to answer before my stomach lets out a loud growl. Both of the boys in front of me allow chuckles to echo off the walls.

“Well, I guess that answers my question, doesn’t it?” I find myself looking down with a small blush. “Come on, Love, we’ll make you breakfast.” A smile spreads across my face as I get out of bed and he stands up fully. Aaron ditches me to take Shawn’s hand instead, but I’m not mad about it, I probably would’ve done the same.

I’m glad they worked through things.

“You’re gonna make me breakfast?”

“Yes, Amaya, I’m going to make you breakfast. Aaron already ate too.” I smile as Shawn moves over to his corner and grabs his black Palo Alto Panthers football sweatshirt. “You full kid?”

“Mhm,” Aaron makes sure to pat his stomach.

“What are you making?” I ask out of curiosity.

“Well, I already made the bacon, and some cinnamon rolls, so the question is, do you want waffles, pancakes, or toast?” I pull the sweatshirt on over my head before resting a hand on my hip. “I think you’d like the cakes most since well… you can relate,” he glances down to my ass, “a lot.”

I sigh before looking to Aaron who stares back at us with plain confusion.

“Really?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not blind unless you want me to be, in that case, bring the blindfold on.” I lightly shove him. “What, your a-s-s is very s-q-u-e-e-z-a-b-l-e and l-o-v-a-b-l-e. Not to mention, probably f-u-c-”

“Shawn, cool it,” I say in a small voice as we walk into the kitchen. Not only are his words giving me a hormonal imbalance, but there could also be prying ears, like our four-year-old that is still here with us. “Damn Shawn, who did you cook for, all the several branches of the military? And when did you learn to cook?” I stare at the cinnamon rolls that sit on the stovetop, if I had to guess, there’s at least forty of them here.

“I’ve known how to cook for years, more so baking actually, I picked up on things when we would watch Mom cook in the kitchen when we were kids. For a bit, I’d be her helper, but then a younger version of Xavier came along and said that was for sissies, needless to say, I wanted to be the macho man for you.” Shawn’s head droops down at the end of his little confession. Honestly, I find it cute and that was a low blow for Xavier to hit his masculinity, even if he was a kid too.

“You remember what you said to me yesterday?” I ask with my eyebrows slightly knitting together.

“I said a lot to you, you’re gonna have to be more specific.” I wrap my arms around his neck, his instinctively snake around my waist, pulling me against him.

“You told me you don’t want me to change who I am for you, gave me more than one way too. You said you want me just the way I am, even with my flaws. I want the same thing from you. Don’t change yourself, not on my account, and not for anyone but yourself. Do whatever makes you happy.” Shawn’s tongue darts across his plump lips that I find myself subtly glancing at. Why are we so damn close?

“Can I ask you a question then, Bonita?” Using my language for his bidding, damn this man.

“S-Sure.” Dammit, why’d it have to be Bonita? Now he knows. There’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s not that clueless.

“Do you like it when I say I love you?” he asks the same question from yesterday; I immediately nod, similar to an obedient child. “Do I make you happy?”

“God yes.” His head slowly nods.

“Then why don’t you do it?” he whispers out the question, almost like it pains him to get it out, maybe he’s scared of whatever answer I might give him.

“Do what?” I fane confusion before his hands slowly trail their way down to fall directly on my ass. Well damn, no simmered down version, Mr. Handsy?

“Why don’t you just take what you want, take me. I’m not stopping you, I’m begging you to do it. Tell me that you love me every waking moment of the day, and for God’s sake, kiss me. Touch me,” he draws out while leaning so close that our lips brush up against each other but don’t connect. The smallest touch is like heaven on earth. “I’m gonna be waiting as long as I have to, baby. As long as I have to because I’m in this for the long haul.”

My lips quiver in the slightest as I feel myself having hot flashes of us in the heat of the moment. Most of the time when that type of tension is between us like it is now, we’d sit and think long and hard about what we’d like to do with each other but have no place to do it at.

Staring into his heated gaze is enough to tell me that he’s thinking of the same things as me, but I don’t know if he can see that I feel it too. The desire to fill that space. To be in his embrace as he starts slow and-

“Hey Shawn, you… I can just come back later.”

I recognize the voice as Shawn’s grandpa’s before I push him away, but all he does is pull me back so naturally that it felt as though he was turning me on the dance floor. His hands fall on my hips as he sets a teasing smile on his face, most likely thinking something like You thought you’d get away from me so easily, and if that’s what he’s thinking, the answer is no, no I didn’t think I’d get away so easily.

Shawn’s always had this death grip on me and anything else he’s wanted for that matter. He works his ass off to get what he wants which explains how he got me back for the second time and is getting ready to race his way back to where we were months ago.

“We’ll be there in five minutes, Gramps,” he calls out for him as he continues to stare me down, hardly blinking.

“Can you let go?”

“Nope, literally a minute ago you were talking about doing what I want because it makes me happy, but you don’t take your advice. Tell me why,” he commands softly before backing me up against the island to lift me up and onto it effortlessly. How has he managed to be in a coma for twenty days and still be doing shit like that like it’s nothing? “Why can’t you let yourself be happy?”

“Shawn, it’s not that I don’t let myself be happy.”

“It seems that way, and what was that before too. The moment my grandpa came in here you just shoved me away like we were doing something wrong. Give me something, Wonder Woman.” My eyes widen at that last part. Wonder Woman.

He started calling me that a few months ago, does that mean he’s beginning to remember even more? I hope so.

“Alright, giving you something… I love you, a lot. I’m in love with you but it feels like I can’t be with you until I know you’re safe,” I answer quickly before my hands fly over my mouth.

He’s the worst person to have the type of volatile word vomit around. Fuck! Why did I have to go and say that last part, I’m a fucking idiot!

“What?”

“Nothing, ignore what I just said, I’m gonna-” I lift my hands to push him back again but he’s quick enough to take them into his own. He places them on either side of my legs so he can keep his on my thighs to keep me planted. “Shawn. Let me go.” God, the warmth in his hands is seeping through his sweatpants that he let me borrow. Why did he have to be so hot physically and temperature-wise?

“No. For two reasons, one, you agreed to stay today and tomorrow, and two, you just said you can’t be with me until you know I’m safe. You’re going to elaborate on that last one, si me amas, me vas a decir.” Where the hell is he pulling the Spanish from?

“That’s not fair.”

“I can’t let you go until I know you’re safe. If you go looking for trouble, you’re bound to find it. Please, Amaya, don’t do anything crazy.” I stare into his eyes seeing how nervous he is that I’m not going to listen, that I’m going to get myself killed. “I love you too much to see you in that damn hospital room where I was. Don’t make me.”

“Shawn, I love you, and I-” I’m cut off when he slams his lips onto my own without a single care. That nervousness gone as his confidence shoots up by a hundred.

“Say it again,” he grunts out against my lips.

“I love you.”

“Again,” he requests before switching to my neck. I bite down on the inside of my cheek. “Again, dammit.”

“Te amo, mi amor. Te amo.”

“Say you’re mine, Amaya, just mine,” the plea in his voice makes me melt as I hear his desperation to know that he’s the only one. That nobody can get in between what we have for each other, and there is nobody else, it seems the only person that gets between us is just me.

“God, Shawn, I’ve always been yours. There’s nobody else. Lo prometo.”

His hand falls on my cheek so he can grant himself more access to my neck. I let out a small moan when he not only brushes up against my sweet spot, but I feel his lower region growing into my leg.

“Shawn, you’ve seriously got to stop. Like right now.”

“Come on, I thought you were making progress and you-”

“I’m telling you to stop because you’re messing with the hormonal levels of a pregnant person,” I hint at the problems he’s starting to increase within me.

“Wait, are you hor-”

“How about we don’t talk about that right now?” I clear my throat as I place some literal distance between the two of us. “Keep this much space between us.”

“Or… I don’t, you hold my hand and let me hold you when we go back in there,” he negotiates while holding a hand out for me; I take it in my own.

“Let’s go.”

“Nope, you didn’t eat yet. Grab something. You’ve got options.” He motions over to the food; I follow his lead, taking a roll and two pieces of bacon. Shawn shakes his head as he moves to grab me a plate. “ I know you can eat more than that, and you should, you’re eating for three now, Gorgeous.”

I blush, placing the things on the plate he holds out for me. “Can I at least brush my teeth first?”

“Go ahead, you know where each of the bathrooms are.”

Shawn P.O.V.

I watch closely as she saunters off with a slight sway of her hips with each step she takes. Is she doing that because she knows I’m watching, or is it just natural? God, I’d love to follow her up those stairs right about now.

“They grow up so fast,” Grandma sighs out from behind me; I pivot to be met with the sight of her and Mom watching me.

I wonder how long they’ve been watching.

“Why are you guys staring at me like that?” I ask as I place Amaya’s plate down on the counter.

“You know, it’s good to see you smiling like this. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you so genuinely happy. It’s a refreshing sight.” Grandma’s eyes start to get all teary as she looks me over. I walk over to pull her into a hug since I don’t see myself to be one for words, I show my emotions through embrace and actions. “Do me a favor and keep that smile.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all I ask,” she says before releasing me from the hug to wipe away at her hazel eyes that are still tearing up. We stand there for a minute in silence, Mom watching from the spot that she hasn’t moved from, not saying a word. “Your grandfather brought the Gibson this time around,” she changes the subject.

“Can I see it?”

Grandma motions for us to follow her to the living room. The moment we get there I notice Aaron sitting in Grandpa’s lap with his eyes narrowed in concentration as he stares down at the Gibson. His small fingers stretch against the neck of the guitar to touch specific frets as Grandpa directs him.

“I’ve never seen someone so young so focused,” Grandma comments as she trains her eyes on the same thing mine are.

“Aaron’s not like other kids his age.” My response is full of nothing but pride.

“How’d you do it?” Mom asks while she stares me down.

“Do what?” I ask with a raised eyebrow as I turn to face her.

“Just yesterday Aaron was moping around, not even speaking, but now, he seems happy. It had to be you, there’s no one else that can make such a drastic change happen in such a short period of time.” I smile while going back to watching Aaron bond with Grandpa who seems overly amazed being with him as though he’s never met someone like him.

“When Amaya was sleeping and I couldn’t I went down to the kitchen so I didn’t take the chance of waking Amaya up. That’s where we found each other, he crawled out of bed from a nightmare and so I decided it was time enough that we had the much-needed conversation.

“I got a paper and pen so he could tell me everything on his mind. It was calm. I let him come clean without interruption.” I decide not to go into depth about what we spoke about because, truthfully, nobody needs to know unless Aaron makes the choice to open up and tell them. All anyone needs to know is that we’re fine being around each other now.

I walk fully into the living room, Aaron and Grandpa looking at me with soft smiles.

“You want?” Aaron asks before pointing down to the guitar. I nod slowly; Grandpa helps him hand it over to me.

The second I’m holding the guitar it’s like I’m being sparked with a bit more life, automatically remembering a single memory. The night at Grandma and Grandpa’s house when I played one of my original songs for the first time in front of actual people, I was used to playing in my room when the room was empty. The only people that could see me then were in the pictures on my wall.

It felt like I was so damn exposed, leaving myself vulnerable to be torn to shreds.

But I think the whole experience was worth it since they seemed to enjoy the song, but they aren’t the people I want to listen to it. The only person is upstairs right now, wearing my clothes that seal the deal, she’s all mine. The woman who inspires me to keep on fighting through it all to hold her.

I wrap the guitar strap around my neck.

“You’ve been working on anythin’ new?”

“Technically, I’ve been writing a bit, but nothing I deem good enough or came up with the chords that make the whole thing come together. For now, I’ll stick to perfecting the one song. Giving Up.” I probably should think of changing the name.

“So you remember that one,” Grandpa observes as he holds Aaron to him with his left arm.

“I didn’t, but then I held the Gibson and the song flashed back to me, I don’t know how to explain it. I guess I should go around the house touching things and see what happens,” the last part is a half-joke because I know good and damn well I’m going to do just that.

“You gonna sing for us?” Xavier asks as he makes an appearance.

“Wait, why didn’t you tell me you’re songwriting?” Mom asks with a hand on her chest.

“I mean, you’re being made aware now, and they kind of didn’t give me a choice but to do it…”

“Can you just play?” I would be hurt by that but Aaron’s face has that innocent golden boy smile that I know he had to have picked up from me.

“Alright bud, I’ll just play.”

I sit up in my seat before playing the opening chords of the song like I did that night last month, the day before I ended up in that accident and still might be the thing that took away my chances of going on to play college football next year. I don’t know if I want to do it anymore though, that means being away from my family more than just going to college.

I’m not the type of person for heartbreak

Had my handful in the past

Not going back through that, nope

I look at myself, searching for the wrong

I’m constantly chasing what’s too good for me

I come in with my voice milky soft as I string away at the guitar, keeping the beat going just as I used to imagine playing this song for Amaya two days after she broke up with me. The pain comes back to me but I play through it.

I’m not giving up on you

This might be the end of me

You and this family we’ve made

I’m not giving up on us

To the end of all time

It’s you and me (me and you)

I’ll fight for us forever and always

She’s worth each moment of pain as long as she kisses me again. Hold me close and says she’s mine and only mine. I don’t need much in my life. I just need to have her in my arms for the rest of it along with this family of ours that is slowly expanding. Things are changing, but my love for her isn’t ever going to dissipate, it’ll always grow stronger.

Nobody knows the full story

Stare into the storm I know

Beautiful grey or angered red, all perfect to me

Golden hair priceless to me

As is that smile you give only me

Hips sway to a groovy beat, majestic like

My eyes fall on Mom for just a second and I can tell she’s proud that I’ve found something worth fighting for, but she already knew who that was for me. She knew before I even knew and I’m glad for her helping me get through it all like she always has. The confusion and heartbreak would’ve killed me had she not been there helping to glue the pieces back together.

I’m not giving up on you

This might be the end of me

You and this family we’ve made

I’m not giving up on us

To the end of all time

It’s you and me (me and you)

I’ll fight for us forever and always

I repeat back the chorus before noticing a certain dirty blonde love standing against the threshold that separates the living room from the kitchen. I stand without it messing me up a single beat to make my way over to the song’s inspiration.

I can’t fight this feeling

Knew it since the day you came into my life

Pigtails and all, shy too

Fell for a stolen snack, and soon after you

Funny to think it started with my clumsiness

Now I can’t let go (Guess we better thank Avier for that)

Amaya smiles at me before I smile back. “You’re welcome, by the way,” Xavier hollers out. We shake our heads at the same time.

I’m not giving up on you

This might be the end of me

You and this family we’ve made

I’m not giving up on us

To the end of all time

It’s you and me (me and you)

I’ll fight for us forever and always

I make my voice real low at the end before I turn the guitar so it’s hanging off my back instead of sitting in my front. Amaya steps a bit closer to me and I hold my hand out to pull her to my chest.

“You wrote a song for me.” Her eyebrows raise.

“Well, it’s best to write when you’ve got one thing or one person on your mind,” I answer back before resting my forehead against her own again. “You’re that one person, Amaya. You’re always going to be my muse, you know that?”

“Can I just say that trapping you in a room together was a great idea?”

I lift my head to glare at Xavier for a moment. “No, that wasn’t a great idea. What if things didn’t work out the way you wanted them to, then you’d only find the body. I wouldn’t be able to escape.”

“I wouldn’t have killed you.”

“You sure about that, Ms. Wolff? I think it’d take a select few words to make you go from zero to a hundred,” I joke while wrapping my arms around her from behind. “I’d like to just bend you over and-”

“Okay, okay, fine, I get it. Please don’t do that. I asked you nicely before,” she whines out before plopping down on the couch.

“What’d you say to her?” Xavier asks out of curiosity.

I open my mouth but she chucks a pillow at my head. “So this is the type of game you want to play, Bonita?” I lift the guitar up and over my head to place it in Grandpa’s arms. I creep over to Amaya with my fingers wiggling before I pounce on her but not hard enough to hurt her or the twins. “Chucking a pillow at me, mmhmm, that was a mistake on your behalf.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Oh, I dare, I very much dare,” I remark before I’m tickling her all over. Her howling laughter fills my ears enough to make my heart flutter. “Say you’re sorry, Wonder Woman.”

“I-I’m good.”

“Stop being so stubborn, Love, it’s not gonna get you anywhere.”

“N-Never,” she wheezes out, before pushing on my chest. “You’re gonna make me pee myself,” she gasps out in a low voice.

“I can’t help you,” I chuckle out while continuing my assault.

“F-Fine, I-I’m sorry.” I stand from her, allowing her to get up if she wants. She starts to make her way down to the bathroom. I plop down right where she was before Aaron rushes over and jumps onto me.

I let out an oomph as I pull him to me for a hug.

“You are big kid, I don’t know how long you’ll be able to jump on me like that for,” I tell him before a small pout makes an appearance on his face.

“I don’t want to get big, it’s stupid,” he huffs out.

I lift Aaron’s face to my own. “Being big doesn’t mean that you can’t be my buddy, and once you get to be about eight or so we can start roughhousing, but that can be just between us.” I wink at him before he laughs. “Growing up is a part of life, Aarie, and even when it sucks, it helps us become better people.

“We make mistakes, we fall in love, then eventually some of us welcome beautiful, innocent, understanding children like you that give some of us a purpose. A reason to keep moving forward.” Aaron wraps his small arms around me before I kiss the top of his head. “It’s not going to be easy, sometimes there’s going to be set-backs, but you can’t let that stop you. Never stop fighting to get where you need. Don’t give up on it.”

“Like you losing your memory?” he lowers his head at the same time.

“Look here, bud, whether I remember it all or not, I remember this, I love you. You are one of my most favorite people in this world. I heard about what happened to me, I know what you did to make sure your uncle and I were okay. You might not understand this now, but when you’re older with someone you fall in love with or have children, you’ll know what I’m talking about.

“For you, I’d do whatever I have to to keep you safe. If I had to, I would sell my soul to the devil. I would lay down my life without a second thought if it keeps you safe. I don’t need all my memory to know why I’d do that.” He holds me a bit closer, those eyes getting teary before they fall, I wipe them away. Every single tear that falls.

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, too, Aaron. I love you too.”

Hours later…

I walk out of the shower with a blue towel wrapped snugly around my waist into my bedroom where I find Amaya laying on her back as she listens to music, lightly singing as she reads something in a notebook. I stand there, listening closely as I try to figure out what song she’s singing.

Y ya me contaron

Que te acomplejas de tu imagen

Y mira el espejo, que linda eres sin maquillaje

Y si eres gorda o flaca, todo eso no me importa a mí

Y tampoco soy perfecto sólo sé que yo te quiero así

Corazon Sin Cara. Heart Without Face. A song written by Prince Royce a few years back. That opening part of the song is speaking of a girl who is self-conscious of what she looks like but saying that there’s no need. You don’t need makeup to be beautiful. It doesn’t matter if you’re fat or skinny, not to him. He only knows that he loves her.

I feel like I should be singing this to her not having her sing it to herself.

“You plan on staring at me or did you want something?” she asks before glancing up to me, her cheeks instantly warming up. “Can you put some clothes on?”

“I mean, I could, but what’s the fun in that? My birthday suit is the best, you’re lucky I’m not fully in it.” Amaya looks away from me and I decide to move so I’m right in front of her. “Whatcha looking at there?” I reach over to take the notebook from her, staring at the title on the page. Strikes of Heartbreak.

“Please don’t read that.”

A major part of me wants to listen to her, but how bad could it be? I want to know, anything and everything about her, and if she wants to stop me she knows how to.

It started at three

Had my heart broken for the first time

Daddy came home one night smelling like another woman

He and Mommy were screaming back and forth

She cried, she cried that whole entire night

Oh why she cried, I didn’t know, too innocent to tell

That was strike one of heartbreak

’Cause Daddy was out the door

I glance over to her, noticing how she begins to chew on her bottom lip as a sort of support, her body huddling beneath the small blanket on my bed that’s thrown over her legs.

Strike two came with a strike

I was just four, exploring the world

I didn’t know darkness was soon to come

His face smug and lacking warmth

Too scared of the world around, I cried, I cried

That’s when it struck, strike two

The darkness only just beginning

I close my eyes for a minute, seeing what she wrote down, strike two is talking about when Derrick first slapped her. She told me that her first hit happened because she was crying and he told it was aggravating him. I remember that. I remember the pain that etched across her face as she told me, I guess it scared her enough to be burned in her head.

Not even a full later I found my love

Something to smile over, something to love

Met with kind green eyes, it was enough

He was enough, face of an angel

’Cause that’s who he is

A heaven-sent love all for me

The day we met when I ran into her. She’s saying that I’ve got the face of an angel and that I’m a heaven-sent love for her, but I don’t see it. I need her just as much as she needs me. I can be her angel though, as long as she’s my goddess. My Wonder Woman.

Strike three, year fourteen

The darkness came, darker than ever

Tears tracked down my cheeks and I pled

For the world to set me free

But the darkness was too strong

Harsh words swallowed me whole as I screamed

Heartbreak, what did I do to deserve this

Heartache, could you just let me wake

From this terrible nightmare

Set me free from all this pain

I don’t want to feel it anymore

Derrick. He was the darkness that was too strong. Strike three is when he forced himself on her, she tried to fight him off but wasn’t strong enough. When she called me crying that night, I remember my heart shattering in my chest. I held her in my arms as she violently sobbed and shook with the attacks of the event hitting her over and over. Amaya was caught in a loop of the assault, and for a long week, I didn’t know.

Final strike wasn’t mine alone

There were more than three that set the world apart

My world slowly crumbles but I can’t take you with

Not my earth angel, not the one who kept me sane

The final strike left me all alone

I push you away every day, breaking our hearts on a track

You deserve more but want nothing else

You told me you feel isolated and I feel it too

I want to put you together as you did me

This broken heart shouldn’t be on you

For it’s broken just as I am

I drop the notebook while looking at her as she waits for some sort of reaction from me. I drop down to my knees in front of her. Shattering as it all comes back to me. The good. The bad. The worst possible shit imagined. What we’ve been through together along with what I wasn’t there to protect her from.

I couldn’t protect the love of my life. I couldn’t save her, back then, but now, I’m going to save us both.

“Shawn, are you okay?”

I take her hands in my own, caressing the backs of them. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve-”

“Slow down, okay, and you don’t have anything to apologize over,” she says in a small voice before pulling on me, her way of telling me she wants me to stand. I do so, taking the seat next to her instead. “I take it you remembered something?”

“Y-Yeah,” I answer shakily.

“Derrick?”

“I remembered what he did to you.” I lean over to pick up her notebook before opening up to Stikes of Heartbreak. “Strike one, that was your dad leaving, which it says. Strike two, that’s when Derrick hit you for the first time, isn’t it?” She nods while biting down on her lip. “Strike three was when he raped you.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“The final strike was when you broke up with me in the school’s hallways. Breaking both of our hearts and the track, that’s each time I’d come begging you to let me be with you again.” Amaya stands, dropping my hand as she moves to walk out the door, but it doesn’t work for two reasons, one, the door is locked, and two, I grab her before she can get too far.

“Is this going to be another one of those times, Amaya? Where I beg you to let me be with you again and you push me away?”

“No. It’s not,” her voice is firm. “I’m not pushing away anymore, it hurts too much.”

“Good,” I whisper out as I bring her into my lap. “I won’t be able to survive another time of having you walk away from me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Shut up,” I mumble out before laying back on the bed with her on top of me, my arms possessively holding her to me as I make her lower her lips down to my own. She doesn’t fight it, instead, our hands intertwine and for a second I’m able to get lost in how the world has a way of providing us with what we need as long as we don’t stop searching. “I love you, Amaya.”

I separate our hands so I can reach for my oversized shirt, pulling it over her head.

“Shawn,” she sighs out, “we can’t do this.”

“I know how to be quiet when I really, really want something, the question is, do you?” A low groan is enough to make me bring my lips to her chest. “I’m not ever gonna do something you don’t want me to, if tell me to stop, I’m going to stop. I’m not that type of person to keep it going. I promise.”

“I know, Earth Angel.” I smile at the new nickname, it seems we have a couple of those for each other.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You, Shawn, I want you.” She wraps her arms around my neck before her lips fall on my own again. You’ve already got me.

Translations

Te amo- I love you

Mi amor- my love

si me amas, me vas a decir- if you love me, you're going to tell me

Bonita- beautiful

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Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered publisher, providing a platform to discover hidden talents and turn them into globally successful authors. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books our readers love most on our sister app, GALATEA and other formats.