Chapter 52

The room is cold as the wind goes inside through the small holes of the cave. My eyes trail up from his naked torso up to his sleeping face, his lips slightly parted and eyes closed softly. His long lashes are perfect; it looks very cute on him. Shawn's arms are lightly placed around my tummy, his feet tangled with mine and the sheets draped over at us. I blush when an image of me exploding all over the sheets crosses my mind and I push the thought away, not wanting to embarrass myself. His arm drapes over my throat and I pout, my hands shooting to his arm to give it a slight squeeze.

Shawn does not budge. I look up at him and bite down softly on his forearm, which earns me a groan but I continue to nibble on his forearm while I watch him sleep. His eyes flutter open at my childish actions and when his eyes meet mine, a genuine smiles automatically tugs on his lips. He pushes me into him and snuggle with me, burying his face in the crook of my neck, which makes me laugh as he runs his nose across my jaw, tickling me.

"I could get used to this," he murmurs as he kisses my neck, making me giggle. "Oh really I could get used to our romance." He tightens his arm around me, now he's biting my earlobe. I laugh, pushing him away and he pouts at my direction.

"Childish," I chortle,  pecking him on his pouted lips and he breaks into a huge grin. I roll my eyes at him playfully. I roll over the bed and swings my feet on the ground and pain greets my lower back. "Ouch." Shawn immediately rolls of the bed and stands up, going in front of me to look at me in alarm. He looks at me worriedly and I let my hand fly, brushing him off. He smiles in relief and offers assistance.

I shake my head. "Oh come on, Dylan." Despite my protest, Shawn grabs a hold of my arm and helps me stand up, his arm wrapping around my waist to hoist me up and balance me. Pain shoots up down my spine and I groan, steadying myself using Shawn's large frame. Despite our naked figures, and how hot Shawn looks, the pain is such a pain in the ass. Literally. "Shit, I might have been too hard..." I glare at him, my cheeks flushing. From a moment, I think he's joking but when I look at him, he has this thoughtful look plastered on his face, too deep in thoughts. I sigh, ignoring him.

I could use a bathroom right now to piss. I tug on Shawn and he looks at me with curious eyes. His eyes flash something naughty and I roll my eyes at him. I jerk my chin over our pants and briefs that are scattered on the floor. Shawn bends and he gives me such a great view of his ass when he picks up the pants and briefs on the floor. He has purposely done that! He looks over his shoulder to just give me a knowing smirk which makes me groan in frustration. I roll my eyes at his childishness and Shawn hands me my pants. I grab it with force, pouting at him. Slipping a foot in my pants, pain begins to erupt on my lower back again but I refuse to groan. Trying my best to wear my pants without releasing a loud groan of pain, I purse my lips tight and just wear the pants as fast as I can. Shawn stands by my side, gripping my arm lightly to help me balance myself out. I give him a thankful smile.

His hair is disheveled and sticking up in every direction and I let out a chuckle. I tiptoe and run my fingers across his hair, combing it to the right so he'd look very good. Shawn smiles at my action and plants a soft kiss on my lips as I comb his hair. After that, he wears his pants and grabs a hold of my hand. He leads me outside though a bit slow because of the pain erupting whenever I move my legs. Shawn uses minimal force to roll the round bolder so we can get outside and he smirks at me smugly. I laugh, feigning to be swoon over his strength and he laughs.

Walking through the long cave, which smells of dried leaves, Shawn begins to lead me again. As we reach the other, people are already working, doing something like sharpening their swords and other weapons. On the far left side, there's a short wooden table, on top of the table are any weapons you'd like to have: throwing knives, mallets, short and long swords, nunchaku, daggers, and switchblades.

People stare at us as we get past along them. Maybe it's because Shawn and I are half-naked, strolling through the cave without throwing a shirt on. I feel embarrassed, so I decide to move as quickly as possible to get into the room where I have been before going to Shawn's. But as I move and twist myself, pain erupts in my lower back and I groan in frustration.

"Are you okay?" But that's not Shawn's question. It's my father's. I stand up straight, ignoring the pain in my lower back as much as I can, plastering a wide smile across my lips (and I probably look like a serial killer right now) as I turn around to look at my father approaching me. Shawn snickers at my actions and I shot him a deathly glare, which makes his snicker turn into laugh. Both father and I ignore him. I nod at my father furiously, hoping this would end as soon as possible. "Are you sure? You look like you're in pain."

"Yes, father. I am definitely okay. I feel wonderful." I reply to my father through gritted teeth.

"Okay, both of you, throw a shirt on. I hope you guys threw a cover before you bombed each other," my father's most awkward statement ever. I cough loudly, feeling like I'd choke on my own saliva at my father's words. Shawn bellows in laughter and I hiss at him, punching his chest lightly but he feigns hurt. My father gives me a knowing look as he turns on his heels before he walks out.

Shawn doesn't stop laughing. "I hope you guys threw a cover before you bombed each other," Shawn mocks, using dad's awkward statement ever. I hit him on his chest again, rolling my eyes. "Nice phrase. I think I should use it more often. Your father is amazing. He's my father now, considering you and I are together." He wiggles his brows at me and I elbow him on his stomach, which makes him go oomf.

We head over to the room where our clothes are. When we get there, the clothes are still on the floor and I bend down slowly to pick it up. The pain in my lower back doesn't subside but I know it will soon. Shawn's my first so he should be proud. There are three shirts, briefs, and pants neatly folded on top of the table right over the corner. Last night, it wasn't there. I head over to the table to pick it up. Who would put it here? My eyes widen in realization. My father. He must have gotten the idea that Shawn and I had sex, considering our clothes were thrown on the ground. He must have walked in here last night after Shawn and I got out and went to Shawn's room. Embarrassment fills up my cheeks and I groan in frustration, hiding my face in the neatly folded white shirt. The fabric is so soft and it feels cool under my fingertips.

When Damen first led us here, he pointed out where we would find the bathrooms and other rooms. Sighing, I tell Shawn that I'd take a shower first and he offers to join me but I just decline. The last thing I want to happen is for Shawn and I to have sex in a bathroom where anyone can hear me scream his name at the top of my lungs. Nope, it's not going to happen. I head into the bathroom with a pair of shirt, briefs, and a pants and a towel that I snatched on the wall of my room, hooked on one of the metal hooks that are deeply sunk on the wall in the room.

Once I'm inside the bathroom, I hang the clothes and the towel on the long silver metal that sink on either side of the walls. The cave bathroom is dimly-lit, with just a glimpse of light passing through the little holes but enough to see the area. I don't know why they have water here, but it's refreshing to know that I can take a bath now. I open the shower and the cold water splashes on my face, shocking me and I shake slightly, enjoying the water cascading down my body.

But as I shower, a lot of things pop up in my head.

Sooner or later, I'm bound to make decisions. I should start now. Damen said that I'll be the ruler of the Zodiac City someday. The prophecy has spoken of me, and I should not fail. For a kid, this is too much to handle, but as long as I have the people I love and need, everything is going to be okay. For now, while I'm in the shower, I'll just be a kid.

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Pisces: Pisces are very friendly, so they often find themselves in a company of very different people. Pisces are selfless, they are always willing to help others, without hoping to get anything back. Pisces is a Water sign and as such this zodiac sign is characterized by empathy and expressed emotional capacity. Their ruling planet is Neptune, so Pisces are more intuitive than others and have an artistic talent. Neptune is connected to music, so Pisces reveal music preferences in the earliest stages of life. They are generous, compassionate and extremely faithful and caring. People born under the Pisces sign have an intuitive understanding of the life cycle and thus achieve the best emotional relationship with other beings. Pisces-born are known by their wisdom, but under the influence of Uranus, Pisces sometimes can take the role of a martyr, in order to catch the attention. Pisces are never judgmental and always forgiving. They are also known to be most tolerant of all the zodiac signs.

Aries-Pisces (Values): It is strange how they both value honesty and have such trust barriers when they get together. When they get involved, trust becomes something like a sole purpose of their entire relationship. They will also both like fairytale heroes and value the usual pride, chastity and bravery scenario. Still, the core of these values is different for the two of them. Aries representatives will value them because of that sense of strength, power and because of the role of that one and only hero, smarter and braver than everyone else. Pisces value them for their ideals, happy endings and those utopian relationships between those few worthy men and women.