"If there were no words
No way to speak
I would still hear you
If there were no tears
No way to feel inside
I'd still feel for you
And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart until the end of time
You're all I need, my love, my Valentine" -Martina Mcbride My Valentine
Ronnie slid out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her lean body and walked out. Senate was sitting there. He looked upset and generally sad. Well Ronnie you think he wouldn't look depressed just a bit She sarcastically thought. She sat next to him, "You ok baby?" He forced a nod, "Yeah. Fine Ronnie, just fine."
He didn't look fine. She sat next to him towel still wrapped tightly around her. He stared at her body. She knew all about Harry Senate's mind. She leaned over and kissed him. He pulled away. "Feel better?" She questioned. "Not really. I'm going to take a shower." He got up and left her on the bed.
She sighed and began to dress. A white button down top, a pair of jeans and a pair of sandals completed her outfit. Harry shrugged and wished he could just roll up into a ball and sob. Of course then he'd look like an idiot. When hasn't he looked like an idiot though he thought. Ronnie was all he had to fall back on. His mother was long dead. His father was in jail for armed robbery. His brother was also dead. He had other relatives but Ronnie was all he wanted to fall back on. He shut the water off and wrapped a fluffy white towel around his waist. He walked out, "Hi Ronnie." "You ok. You look like you've been crying." She said. If he had he hadn't realized it, "Must be lack of sleep. I didn't sleep that well last night." "After that nightmare?" She asked.
Ronnie knew Harry couldn't stand having those nightmares made him feel like a kid but it wasn't like he could help it. She tried not to pry. She slipped into the bathroom to do her make-up while he dressed. He lay on the bed fully clothed. She walked around to the other side and lay next to him.
He pulled her close, "I love you." She nodded, "I love you too. Since today is a talking day and we're not doing anything but talk, I want you to go to sleep." "Only if you do too." "Ok." She replied and kicked her sandals to the ground. After getting under the blankets, He laid his head on her chest.
Around Noon Harry woke up. Of course, Ronnie never really got around to sleeping, just thinking. He kissed her lips, "You ok?" God I'm fine she thought. "Fine. Really I'm fine. How'd you sleep?" "Better." He got out of bed. "Tell me what's bothering you." Ronnie said.
No way to speak
I would still hear you
If there were no tears
No way to feel inside
I'd still feel for you
And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart until the end of time
You're all I need, my love, my Valentine" -Martina Mcbride My Valentine
Ronnie slid out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her lean body and walked out. Senate was sitting there. He looked upset and generally sad. Well Ronnie you think he wouldn't look depressed just a bit She sarcastically thought. She sat next to him, "You ok baby?" He forced a nod, "Yeah. Fine Ronnie, just fine."
He didn't look fine. She sat next to him towel still wrapped tightly around her. He stared at her body. She knew all about Harry Senate's mind. She leaned over and kissed him. He pulled away. "Feel better?" She questioned. "Not really. I'm going to take a shower." He got up and left her on the bed.
She sighed and began to dress. A white button down top, a pair of jeans and a pair of sandals completed her outfit. Harry shrugged and wished he could just roll up into a ball and sob. Of course then he'd look like an idiot. When hasn't he looked like an idiot though he thought. Ronnie was all he had to fall back on. His mother was long dead. His father was in jail for armed robbery. His brother was also dead. He had other relatives but Ronnie was all he wanted to fall back on. He shut the water off and wrapped a fluffy white towel around his waist. He walked out, "Hi Ronnie." "You ok. You look like you've been crying." She said. If he had he hadn't realized it, "Must be lack of sleep. I didn't sleep that well last night." "After that nightmare?" She asked.
Ronnie knew Harry couldn't stand having those nightmares made him feel like a kid but it wasn't like he could help it. She tried not to pry. She slipped into the bathroom to do her make-up while he dressed. He lay on the bed fully clothed. She walked around to the other side and lay next to him.
He pulled her close, "I love you." She nodded, "I love you too. Since today is a talking day and we're not doing anything but talk, I want you to go to sleep." "Only if you do too." "Ok." She replied and kicked her sandals to the ground. After getting under the blankets, He laid his head on her chest.
Around Noon Harry woke up. Of course, Ronnie never really got around to sleeping, just thinking. He kissed her lips, "You ok?" God I'm fine she thought. "Fine. Really I'm fine. How'd you sleep?" "Better." He got out of bed. "Tell me what's bothering you." Ronnie said.