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A/N: I'm writing this chapter on my sister's computer. No telling when mine will be fixed. It has a virus or something and my anti-virus isn't working. So I got to get my mom to try and help me out which is a tough task because she doesn't like going upstairs because my room is on the 3rd floor. Well anyways, right now I'm planning to end this on chapter 38. Although it was originally supposed to end on 24, then 25, then 30, then 32, then 34. So who knows if I'll add anything else. Hope you guys like.
Chapter 35: WrestleMania Day
John's POV
I was awoken from my deep slumber by the sound of the shower and some humming. I forced my eyes open to realize Trish was just stepping into the shower. And of course, lavender was floating out catching my nose. What was it about this scent that had me addicted? I could lay here all day and inhale this fragrance, and I would have if I didn't need to go to work later on.
Damn. I still had my match against Randy Orton later on tonight, in the main event of WrestleMania. I've been waiting for this match for the past 6 months. I couldn't wait to get my hands on that jackass Orton. He deserved to get his ass handed to him. And I couldn't wait until my music would hit later, and hear the buzz of the 80,000 fans in attendance. I would walk out onto that stage and get the hugest adrenaline rush I've ever had. The feeling would be amazing, and I was ecstatic.
There was one thing I wasn't looking forward to though and it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. That's right, the consequences of the outcome of the match. Either Trish or myself would be jobless. Who the Hell does Orton think he is that he can have this much power? It really pisses me off just thinking about it. The last time I checked, Stephanie was the boss, not Orton.
I was hoping I could find some kind of loophole in the contract that would allow both Trish and I to keep our jobs. I know we made an agreement last night to call it quits, but I really didn't want that. All I wanted was to be with her. I don't care about championships or revenge when it came down to her. As long as I had her, I didn't need material things to satisfy me. I just needed her.
But I knew that it would be best for us to just move on. It would save us from heartbreak in the future. I'd rather break-up on good terms, and still be in love than to drag our relationship out to the point we would wind up hating each other. And I knew she felt the same way. At least this way we would remember each other with happy thoughts and we could remain friends.
I finally sat up in bed and sighed. Man, last night was just tremendous. Trish gave herself away to me, and I knew that was a defining moment of our lives. She didn't just give her body to me, but she gave me her heart, and trust. Last night, I practically owned her. I couldn't help but feel honored. How many other men could say that? None. And I was damn happy I was the only one who could.
She told me I could do whatever I wanted with her. Like I said, I owned her. I could have been an asshole about it and made her blow me off all night, giving me all the pleasure. But that wasn't me. I wanted to please her, and make her feel loved and wanted. So I decided to make love to her. Real true love. Not some bullshit puppy love or just a screw. I wanted to connect with her on every level. And we did. I hadn't felt so close to anybody in my entire life.
Our bodies, minds and souls were in perfect sync with each other, I almost couldn't believe it. I never knew you could have such a connection with somebody else. She was no longer just my girlfriend, and somebody else. She became a part of me. A part of me I loved and cherished. I couldn't believe it would all be over tonight.
Thinking about the huge match later on, I had no idea what I was going to do. This was my dream since I was a kid. All I wanted to do was compete in the main event of the biggest Pay-Per-View in all of sports-entertainment for the WWE Championship. And I was finally about to realize that lifelong goal. But seeing how I was going to lose someone I couldn't live without was going to put a huge damper on the situation.
I wished I could win and still keep Trish. But no matter what the outcome of the match would be, we were still going to have to break-up regardless. And now it was a matter of me, or her. I had the most power I've ever had in my life. I had the power of determining not only the future of myself, but the future of Trish as well.
I knew going in to this match, there would be a moment where I would have to choose to let Randy get the pin on me, and allowing Trish to keep her job. Or kicking out, and keeping mine. I loved Trish, but I wasn't sure if even she was worth losing my job, and dream. I busted my ass for 20 years to get where I was, and I wasn't about to throw it all away for someone I've only known for 9 months.
Don't get me wrong, I was in love with Trish. But I was in love with my job a lot more. Sure it sounds selfish, but Trish feels the exact same way. When you work your whole life to accomplish something, and you finally do, somebody else could never get in the way of that. I knew Trish would choose her dream over me any day.
But I wasn't too quite sure if I would go through with it. It looks good on paper now. Defeat Orton, become WWE Champion, realize your dream. But when you bring it to life, it's a Hell of a lot more complicated than that. Try to beat Orton, get reinjured, lose match, lose dream; was more of a reality, and would probably end up happening.
I was carrying the entire WWE's future on my shoulders. If I didn't win tonight, Randy was going to permanently take over and there wouldn't be one person able to stop him. He's already taken out all the guys who were capable of stopping him.
All the legends and Hall Of Famers who could stop him, were already defeated, and beaten by him. Shawn Michaels, check. Rob Van Dam, check. Kane, check. Mick Foley, check. Triple H, check. Ric Flair, check. Batista, check. Jake 'The Snake' Roberts, check. The Undertaker, check. And many more than that to name. Hell, at one point he took his own father out with an RKO. Even the WWE Chairman himself, Vincent Kennedy McMahon had fallen prey to the Viper. The toughest, most hardcore sons of bitches to ever lace up a pair of boots were victimized by Randy. I was the last hope WWE had.
And now Trish's career was on the line as well. Damn, I have never had so much pressure on me. I wasn't sure if I could pull it off. Sure Randy was a sneaky, conniving snake, but when it boiled down to it, he was a true competitor. I've been in the ring with him before when we were still friends, and he defeated me. Now we were bitter enemies, I have a bad ankle and shoulder, and he knew all my weaknesses. He had the upper hand here.
All I could do was go out, and do my best. I was going to leave everything in the ring tonight. My blood, sweat, and tears were going to leave their mark. I wasn't going to give up that easy. Tonight, I was going to defeat Randy Orton no questions asked, or I was going to die trying.
I threw the blanket off my legs and swung them over the edge of the bed letting them meet the floor. With all the stress I was going through, it was a miracle my body felt so at ease. Every muscle in my body was relaxed, and soothed. Due to the fact of Trish's body interacting with mine last night probably. I knew she was still in the shower and would probably stay in there until midnight if I didn't kick her out. Why did women spend so long in the bathroom?
No matter what time of day it was, or what we needed to do, Trish would be in the shower for ages. The only reason she should spend more than half an hour in the shower would be if I was with her. Then of course it'd take longer because after she cleaned herself, I would just get her dirty again. If I were to join her, she wouldn't even focus on showering. She'd be too busy with me.
Smelling the lavender aroma, I felt the need to go into the bathroom. So I stood up, and walked to the door. I made sure to give two loud knocks, letting her know I was at the door. Then I opened the door and almost fainted. The hot steam smacked me in the face and for a couple of seconds I was stunned and unable to breathe.
John: What the Hell? How are you able to survive in here?
Trish: Easy. I'm used to it. (The steam drifted out into the air conditioned room and disappeared. At least with the door open the air was able to circulate and not trap the heat and steam inside the confined bathroom.)
John: How'd you sleep?
Trish: Like a baby. And by the looks of your face when I woke up, I think you did too. (She was right. I slept like a baby.)
Trish: You should have seen your face. It was hilarious. You looked all innocent and peaceful and you had your mouth wide open. I should have taken a picture and posted it on Twitter. I'm sure the fans would have loved that.
John: And make me look stupid? Don't think so Trish. I would just take a picture of you and post it up then.
Trish: Of what? I don't sleep with goofy ass expressions. (I smiled. She was right. She never had ridiculous expressions on her face. She managed to look good with any emotion, while I looked like a goof when I made certain faces. But I knew the one face she made that I could get her back with.)
John: I'll take a picture of your sex face. (She gasped and I knew I got her.)
Trish: You wouldn't?
John: I would. (Maybe she was right. Maybe I wouldn't post a picture of her sex face online, but saying I would could get me the win here, so I went with it.)
Trish: Ew, John. That's only a face a select few get to see. Not the entire world.
John: And my sleeping face is a face only nobody should see. (I could hear her chuckling through the glass shower doors. Of course the glass was steamed up and I couldn't see her. The only thing I could hear was her voice.)
Trish: Okay, Johnny. You win. I won't embarrass you.
John: Good. Then I won't embarrass you either. Anyways, how much longer are you gonna be? I wanna shower before the world ends. You take forever.
Trish: Take a chill pill. I'm just getting started. (Getting started? I've been up for about 20 minutes now and she's been in the shower the entire time, but she was just getting started? Good lord, this woman was a slow poke.)
John: How is it possible for somebody as small as you to take so damn long to wash herself? You don't have a big surface area to work with. Hell, I'm sure even Big Show takes less than half the time you do and he's like 4 times your size.
Trish: I like being clean. (Clean? How long could it possibly take to get clean? It's not like she had black tar all over her.)
John: Okay, there's a little problem here with your thinking. I'm like what, twice, maybe even three times your size and it takes me like 15 minutes to wash my body, wash my hair and get out. You take years.
Trish: I have longer hair than you.
John: Even still it shouldn't take that long. I've been around a lot of women in my life. And I've had to wait plenty of times for them to take a shower. And not one of them take as long as you. What do you even do in there?
Trish: Shower. What else would I be doing?
John: I don't know. I wouldn't be surprised if you had a salon in there with you. (And again she chuckled. I was going to miss her laugh, I could see that already.)
Trish: Salon? There's no salon in here Johnny. Just me, some soap, and some hot water. You could join and make it me, you, soap and the water. (I raised my eyebrows. Was she just teasing me, or was she really inviting me in the shower with her?)
John: Really?
Trish: Sure, if you want. I don't have a problem with you joining me. I am kinda lonely in here. (That was all I needed to hear. I pulled my boxers off and pushed them aside. Now she would have a reason to take forever in the shower. I was going to join her.)
John: Alright. (I pushed open the sliding glass doors and stepped in. The water was hot as Hell, I winced a little at it. Her skin was way softer than mine, so how was she able to deal with this temperature was a mystery to me. I let the water fall over my head and face and after a second my body had adjusted to the temperature. I opened my eyes and set them on Trish.)
Damn she looked good. I couldn't control my eyes. They examined every inch of her wet body. I tried to refocus my eyes to her face, but they weren't budging. My eyes traveled down her stomach, down her hips, all the way down her legs and back up again. I couldn't find one flaw on her entire body. Of course I wouldn't, she was perfect.
Against my will, I could feel myself getting a bit stiff down below. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't. When it came to Trish, my body had a mind of it's own. My brain no longer controlled my impulses. As long as I kept my hands to myself, I should be fine for the duration of this shower. Or so I hoped.
Trish: See, no salons in here. (She was right. Unlike what I had previously said, there was no salon in this shower not that I had expected one anyways. I was just giving her a hard time.)
John: Just you and me. (Without being able to stop my hands, they shot out and pressed her against the shower wall. I didn't want her to think I was a pig who only cared about sex. We had sex last night, and it was supposed to be our last time. But I had no control over myself. I pressed my body against hers without any self control.)
Trish: John? (Of course she was confused. I was confused too. My mind was thinking 'No, it's okay. You can handle this.' But my body was screaming, 'Take what you want'. And I definitely wanted Trish, no doubt about it.)
John: I can't help myself. (My lips drew theirselves to her neck and I couldn't stop them. I tried to pull away, but I had no power over myself.)
Trish: John, stop. (She put her hands on my chest and pushed me away. I took a deep breathe trying to gain control back over my body and I could see she was clearly eying me confused.)
Trish: I thought last night was supposed to be our last time?
John: So did I. (And I wasn't lying. I was completely content with leaving last night as our last intimate moment. So why was my body killing itself to be with her again?)
Trish: Apparently not.
John: No lie Trish, but I don't know what came over me. I tried stopping myself but I couldn't.
Trish: Look, lets just try to shower without sex, okay. (I nodded. That was fine with me. That's what I had originally planned on anyways.)
John: Alright, fine. (Trish cracked a small grin and nodded.)
Trish: Okay. (Trish opened up the bottle of shampoo on the ledge and squirted some in my hand before placing some in her own. I placed it in my short hair and began washing my hair with it. A strong gust of lavender captured my nose and I knew it was the shampoo. I looked over at Trish who was using both hands to lathe the shampoo in her blonde hair.)
John: This is your shampoo?
Trish: Yeah, why?
John: Nothing. I like it.
Trish: Good, so do I. But you're gonna smell like a girl. (I didn't care. It was lavender and I loved the scent. It probably wasn't the most manly smell in the world, but then again I could care less.)
John: I don't care. (Trish shrugged then placed her hands in my hair, and lathed the shampoo in some more. I loved it every time she ran her fingers over my head. Her nails seemed to massage my scalp and it felt good. Then she grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me under the jet stream and I could feel the shampoo running down my shoulders and body. She made sure to run her hands over my head helping to rid the shampoo.)
Once that was done, she stepped under the water herself and rinsed her own hair out. I thought we were done there with our hair but of course she pulled another bottle from the ledge and put some in my hand.
John: What's this? (Trish placed some in her own hand and began rubbing it through her hair.)
Trish: It's conditioner. It helps get rid of tangles and knots.
John: I don't get tangles. I barely have hair. (She gave me a dead face.)
Trish: Just use it. It's like lotion for your hair. (I shrugged and put it in my hair. It was like lotion for your hair. I could feel the immediate change on my hands and scalp. They felt softer. If I had long hair, I was sure I wouldn't have knots. No wonder Trish's hair was so damn soft and silky. I was now beginning to realize why it took so long for her to shower. It was a long process.)
I wanted to have my hands in on something so I reached out and began rubbing the conditioner in her hair like she had with the shampoo in mine. She seemed pleased by this gesture. The strands just seemed to glide through my fingers. And once again, my body was beginning to take over.
My hands slowly seemed to migrate from her hair, to her shoulders and began their decline to her breasts.
Trish: Hands Johnny. (I realized what was happening and just smirked. I lost all control and thought and my hands had a mind of their own. I shrugged and placed my hands back in her hair. Once I finished, she stepped back under the water and rinsed her hair.)
I could notice an immediate change in the way her hair looked. It looked more silkier and shinier than it previously did. I washed the conditioner out of my own hair and I could feel my hair was softer. I watched as she picked up her bottle of body wash and squirted some into a spongy wash cloth.)
Trish: Turn around. (I didn't know what she was doing but I listened to her. I turned my back to her and I felt her rubbing the cloth over my back, and in turn massaging me as well. I sighed and let out a deep breathe. This felt amazing.)
Trish: Turn back around. (And I did. She began rubbing the sponge over my chest and abs and I watched her. The soap was running out and covering my body.)
Trish: Your body is amazing. (I was happy she liked my body. I busted my ass in the gym every single day for hours on end to keep myself in this condition. I was glad it was paying off. Having her compliment me on it made me feel good. Women weren't the only ones who enjoyed compliments.)
She was basically giving me a full body massage right here in this shower. And I wanted to return the favor. I waited for her to finish me up, then I held my hand out for the sponge. She knew what I wanted to do. She handed it over and I smiled. I placed it against her chest and began washing her entire abdomen.
It was extremely hard for me to keep my hands from wandering onto her breasts and every time they began to trail off, she would grab them and redirect their direction. At least she had some bodily control. I sure as Hell didn't.
If I had it my way, I would have been banging her against the shower wall right now. She wouldn't let me though and I guess that was a good thing. We still had to go to the arena later today and if she didn't have control, and kept me in track, we would stay here all day and have sex.
That would be awesome, but bad. We would probably both wind up in trouble for missing WrestleMania. Especially since I was headlining it, I couldn't afford to miss out.
I finished her front, and put my hand on her shoulder and turned her around. I began rubbing the sponge over her back and watched as the suds seeped out. I don't know what it was, but I was getting extremely turned on by this. All I wanted to do was to give it to Trish right here, right now.
I was once again becoming hard and I couldn't stop myself. I dropped the sponge and wrapped my arms around her waist. I took a step forward and pressed her against the wall, with her back against my stomach. I began kissing and sucking on her back and shoulders.
Trish: I thought we agreed to no sex?
John: We did. I'm just kissing you. (Who was I kidding? We both knew I wanted more than to just kiss her.)
Trish: Not another repeat John. (Repeat? Repeat of what?)
John: What do you mean? (I moved my lips up to her neck and begin to suck.)
Trish: We did this before. The first time we had sex, we took a shower in the morning and did it again. (I smiled. She was right. I was too caught up in this moment to think back, but now I could remember. Damn, that was extremely hot. She had both of her legs wrapped around my waist and I was bouncing her up and down on me. That was the first, and only other time we showered together. I was starting to see a pattern here.)
Me plus Trish plus a shower equaled sex. I wasn't any good at math, but this was all adding up. Last time was sexy as Hell, and I wanted a repeat. But apparently Trish didn't, so I wasn't going to push the issue. But maybe, just maybe, she would give in on her own free will.
John: You know that was hot. (I placed my lips against the back of her neck. I could feel goosebumps against my lips and I knew she was definitely getting in the mood.)
Trish: Yeah. It was hot. Which is why I'm not gonna blame you now. But you gotta save your energy for tonight against Randy. (I hated to admit it, but she was right. If we had sex right now, that would take away from some energy I would need to face Orton. But I didn't give a damn about the match at this point. All I wanted was to be in her and make her scream my name. All I would have to do is drink a 5 hour power later to do the match.)
John: I really want you right now though. And I know you want me too. I don't care about the match. All I care is about is you. (Trish was quiet for a second and I knew she was thinking it over in her head.)
Trish: Then give it to me big boy. (Just hearing those words got me even harder. My heartbeat picked up and she placed her hands flat against the shower wall I had her pinned against. I reached down between the small space between us and pulled her legs apart.)
She was still facing away from me with her back to me. This would be extremely interesting. I never hit her from behind, and today was my lucky day. Trish arched her back slightly giving me better access. I placed my hands on both of her hips and slid into her. I felt her convulse against me and I smirked.
I started rocking my hips back and forth and she began panting. I was happy she finally gave in. Technically, we didn't lie last night. We both said that last night was our last night together, and it was. We never said anything about the morning. So we could have sex all morning, and it wouldn't be against any of our deals or agreements.
We weren't going to actually break-up until later on tonight, so we still had all day to be together. Last night we made pure love. And right now, I was going to let my inner freak come out. This was the freakiest we have been so far because we never really had a chance to try too many things. This was only about the 5th time we've had sex, and one out of the four I was injured so we couldn't do much with that.
The only other time I could consider freaky was the previous time we messed around in the shower. But this was freakier than that. I have her pinned face first against the shower wall and was giving it to her from behind. If that wasn't freaky, I didn't know what was.
Trish put her forehead against the wall and moaned. I tightened my grip on her hips and gave a quick, deep thrust inside of her causing her to jerk her head up with a groan. I returned back to my original pace and she moaned again. We could have sex a million times, and I wouldn't ever get tired of hearing her reactions. I loved the feeling of being in her, of touching her, of feeling her body tremble against mine and the way I felt afterward.
Not only was she like medicine to my body, but she was like a natural high. She gave me an ego trip every time she moaned, groaned, panted, said my name, dug her nails in my skin, everything you could name. Any kind of emotion I got from her made my head swell.
My hands kept slipping off her wet hips and I had to continually readjust them. Me clinging to her hips was the only thing controlling us. If I let go, she would smack her head right into the wall and I would slip backwards and bust my ass. So I clung on for life.
Trish: Don't let go Johnny. (I wasn't planning on it. If I let go, not only would we get hurt, but we'd disconnect from each other. I wanted to stay inside of her for as long as I could. This felt too damn good to interrupt.)
John: I'm not going to. (Trish continued panting and I let out my own low grunts as well. Trish must have felt my hands slipping again because she reached down with one hand and pulled my hand tighter around her waist. Now my hand was under her belly button and it was a lot easier to hang on. She put her hand back against the wall and I hooked my other hand around her waist and placed it next to my other hand. This pulled me closer against her and pushed me into her deeper.)
Trish: Mmmm yeah. (She let out another moan and pressed her hands against the wall even harder. She was bracing herself so we wouldn't move as much and I could get her better. I let go with one hand and spanked her ass real quick. She moaned on contact and I felt her walls throb around me.)
That's when I realized spanking her gave her more pleasure. I did it again and she moaned once again. Yep, there was a connection. She throbbed again which in turn caused me to throb as well. It still amazed me how our bodies reacted to each other. I spanked her one last time before I put my hand back around her waist.
I knew what else I could do to make her moan. I slid my hand down south and rubbed on her clit. She immediately perked her hips up in a higher arch and I had even better access than before. I hooked my other arm all around her waist holding on as tight as I could. I rubbed on her sensitivity as hard as I could and drove myself into her roughly.
Trish: John... (I loved it when she said my name. She kept moaning from feeling so good as I did as well.)
John: You feel so good Trish... (My voice was broken and out of breathe, something I didn't realize until just now. But I couldn't help it. I was feeling extremely good and was driving myself into Trish. There wasn't any other way I could sound.)
I heard the clattering of her nails against the plastic shower walls and looked up to see she was scratching the walls. She was going to mess up her manicure but neither of us cared right now. I dipped my head and sucked on her shoulder as I continued thrusting and rubbing.
Although we were both dripping wet from the water in the shower, I could feel more wetness coming from her and onto my fingers. I knew it wasn't the wetness of the water, it was her delicious juices. She began letting out loud moans that echoed off the shower walls and I knew she was in bliss. I was pretty close myself, and once I felt her insides clenching around me, I lost my edge.
With one last deep thrust, I let go in her and she moaned with my name in it loudly. I pumped in her a few more times, making sure to give her all she needed to finish her climax. I stopped rubbing on her clit and placed both hands back on her slippery hips. Holding on was no longer an issue because we were just about done.
I spanked her once more before slowly pulling out. As soon as I let go of her knees began to buckle. I grabbed her back around the waist and held her up. She stood up straight and I held her against the wall. She turned her head and I could see the side of her face. A smile was emanating from her lips.
Trish: I can't feel my legs Johnny. (I smirked once again as I held her up.)
John: Good. I'll hold you til you do. (I knew if I let go again she would sink to the floor. My stomach was against her back and she raised her nails to her face and rolled her eyes, realizing what I already had.)
Trish: Shit. (She shook her hand and I knew she was upset she had messed up her nails. She put her hands back against the wall and pushed her self away from the wall and I still clutched onto her waist not sure if she could stand yet or not on her own.)
I could feel she was still wobbly so I didn't let go just yet. She rested her head back against my shoulder and looked up at me with a smirk.
Trish: You're awesome. (This made my ego blow up even more. I loved it when she let me know I did good. It was one thing to feel it, but another for her to say it. Reassuring me with both, I knew I blew her mind. And I was damn proud of it. I dipped my head and kissed her on the cheek and she lifted her head back up and looked at her nails again.)
Trish: Damn it. (I took one hand from around her waist and grabbed her wrist. I held her hand up to eye level and seen the airbrush of her nails were scratched off at the tips and the nails themselves were rough and uneven. They weren't just messed up, they were fucked up. And I made her do it. I smiled because I knew she had to have been feeling some immense pleasure to do that much damage to expensively manicured nails. I let her hand go and shrugged.)
John: Don't worry. I'll pay to get them fixed. (Trish took one last glance at her nails and let them drop to her side. I knew that me offering to pay for them made her feel a lot better about her destroyed nails. After all, getting your nails done cost a lot of money. I felt the need to treat her to them since I caused her to do it. I could feel that her legs weren't trembling like they had been so I figured she had come completely down from her orgasm.)
John: You good to stand? (Trish thought about it for a second then nodded.)
Trish: Yeah. (I let go of her and took a step back from her. She took a deep breathe and let it out with enthusiasm. She turned around and threw her hands around my shoulders and kissed me. I kissed her back obviously. I felt incredible. Not only did we just have hot sex, but now her chest was against mine and it felt good. She pulled out of the kiss and looked into my eyes. She scratched the back of my head and I felt as if she were thinking of something. I just looked back down at her waiting for her to say something, because I knew she wanted to.)
Trish: You look sexy with your hair wet. (I knew what she meant. Whenever my hair got wet, it would flattened out and look like I combed it down with gel. The front of my hair would go over my forehead just a tiny bit and it gave me a different look. I guess she liked this look on me. Normally I would just let it alone since it was short enough I couldn't even spike it if I wanted to.)
Trish: That's a good look on you. (She let go of me and stepped under the water spraying from the nozzle and closed her eyes under it. I took this moment to check her out again. Out of all the women I've ever seen, Trish was no doubt the hottest. Her curves were perfect, and she wasn't a pound too much, or too less. She was exactly how I loved my women. I don't know what the Hell I was thinking before. How could I even think about moving on to Kaitlyn? Sure she was hot in her own right, but nobody would be able to amount to Trish. She was the only women I seen as completely perfect. And not even Kaitlyn could contend with her. Right now, all thoughts of moving on and other women were far from mind.)
Then I noticed slight red marks on her hips from where I was gripping her to hold on. Maybe I should have loosened my grip a bit. But then again, we were both soaking wet and I had nowhere to hold on. I just hoped they wouldn't turn into bruises, but I didn't think they would. Then again, I didn't know if she bruised easily or not.
Trish reached her hands out and grabbed mine. She pulled me directly under the water with her and I squinted my eyes so the water wouldn't get in them. Trish squints up at me with a smile.
Trish: I still love you. (Her words warmed my heart.)
John: I still love you too. (She bit her bottom lip then kissed me on mine. She clung on for a second before pulling away and throwing her arms around my neck. I put my own arms around her waist and held her tight. She turned her head and rested it against my shoulder. I knew what she was thinking. She was thinking about us having to go our separate ways later tonight. I sighed and kissed her on the forehead. I wasn't looking forward to it. I wanted to hold onto this moment forever.)
END OF CHAPTER 35
I wasn't originally planning on making this chapter. It just came to me the moment I got on the computer so I went with it. I hope you guys liked it.