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"Oh my God, Alex! These are absolutely incredible!" I smile, satisfied. "Looks like you lost the bet, princess." She smiles and pushes me, but I move closer and wrap her in an embrace, positioning myself to have breakfast while holding her. "Is this okay?"I whisper to her, seeking reassurance that she’s comfortable having me close even in moments like this—simple, everyday moments when her mind isn’t clouded by pleasure or lost in the throes of ecstasy. She nods with a smile and leans into me more. We continue breakfast in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company and the beauty of nature around us. Occasionally, our eyes meet and we smile, sharing a moment of intimacy without needing words. As we finish eating, I realize that despite all my fears and insecurities, I'm happy. Happy in a way I haven't been in a very, very long time. And it's all thanks to this extraordinary woman sitting beside me. When Rosie finishes two plates of pancakes, I look at her with the most satisfied expression I can muster – which doesn't take much effort, considering I truly am satisfied. Then I stand up, gesturing for her to wait there.

Chapter 35

Rosie

I watch Alex as he returns to me, his steps confident, a satisfied smile on his face. I can hardly believe how good I feel with him, how well we fit together, and how much I still want him. I’m pulled from my thoughts when I realize he’s up to something… he has that look, his classic “Alex the cowboy” expression.

In his hands, there’s a dark blue notebook, worn at the corners, and a pen. He sits down behind me, his legs framing mine, and wraps me in his arms. The warmth of his chest against my back gives me a sense of security that still surprises me. I can’t believe he practically asked for permission to hold me like this. That, beneath all that bravado, there’s so much uncertainty. That after everything we’ve shared, he’d still ask for permission to do something so simple… it’s endearing, making the moment feel even more intimate.

“Princess… how about we write something?” he says, using that gentle tone he always adopts when he knows I’m about to panic. That tone that tries to ease even the most intense situations.

A lump forms in my throat. Has he really been mulling this over all this time? I’d told him about my childhood dream, about the hours I used to spend creating stories in my notebooks, about how I’d chosen the “safe” path instead of following the desire that burned inside me. But then… caught up in the moment, I’d let it slip from my mind.

“Alex…” I whisper, my hands trembling slightly. “I haven’t written in years. I was never even good at it.”

He hugs me a little tighter, as if he’s trying to lend me his courage through that embrace.

“I’m right here with you, princess. You don’t have to do it alone. Just start by having fun with it. Write something about this magical place, about what’s around you… about how you feel. I think it might be a great starting point for a beautiful story. Don’t you think?”

I stare at the notebook he’s holding out to me. It’s a simple dark blue book, but it suddenly feels like the most intimidating object in the world. That part of me—the little girl who dreamed of telling stories—I had locked her away long ago. I’d done it carefully, like folding away winter clothes at the arrival of summer, convincing myself it was the right thing to do.

“Alex… I…” My voice comes out smaller than I’d like, and I’m not even sure what to say.

Great, Rosie, that’s definitely proof you’re not cut out to be a writer.

“Let’s make it a game, princess. You start writing, and for every page you fill, I’ll reward you,” he says, with a playful grin.

“It doesn’t work like that… I can’t just write on command,” I reply, my voice slightly shaky.

“Then I think you might need a little encouragement.”

Without another word, he leans down and starts planting small, maddeningly slow kisses along my neck, and within half a second, I’m covered in goosebumps.

He trails his way down my spine and then back up, grazing my skin with gentle bites until he reaches my ear. In his rough, thrilling whisper, he says, “Now start by describing what it’s like to be in a cowboy’s arms. There’s an orgasm waiting for you for every page.”

Chapter 36

Alex

I'm between Rosie's legs, and damn, I can't get enough of this. I’d been waiting to taste her... but I left that for dessert. Meanwhile, my little princess is holding up her end of the deal. She's filled five pages in the last few hours, and I’ve rewarded her with the promised orgasms.

Good thing I have a vivid imagination!

“Well done, my girl. You’ve earned every one of them,” I tell her… because I like it, because I noticed she likes it when I talk to her, and because in moments like these, I can call her “my girl” without thinking about what we haven’t yet discussed—about what she wants us to become.

Despite Rosie claiming she wasn’t any good… she’s incredibly good. This woman needs to be a writer, and I’ll make sure it happens. The rewards definitely helped break the ice… and it’s an activity I absolutely love. Did I mention I can never get enough of her?

I taste her, savoring every inch, and she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever known. And there she goes again.

I adore her. She needs to be mine. But more than anything, I need to make her dreams come true.

“Cowboy… I don’t think I can take another one. I need a break,” she says, wearing that blissful “I’m on cloud nine” expression.

“That depends, princess… have we established that you’re the best at writing?”

I watch a mix of emotions flash across her face: excitement, nervousness, gratitude.

It’s damn beautiful to watch her come undone, but it’s just as captivating to see her immersed in her writing. I’ve watched her over the last few hours… the focus on her face, the way her eyes light up as words flow onto the page. There’s something magical about watching her pour herself into her writing, as if she’s rediscovering a part of herself she had forgotten.

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