Dear Brock

You're really strong.

I'm not talking about like lifting weights and stuff like that.

Love Renee
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Renee's POV

"Sup Brock." I say as I walk into his hotel room and hop onto the bed.

"How'd you get in here?" He asked me with a laugh as I reached over and grabbed the remote to the TV to turn it on.

"They gave me a key." She said to me, "And let me tell you, it took a lot of convincing."

"They shouldn't have gave you one." He said with a laugh while taking the remote back , "I thought you were stalker."

"Didn't you know?" I say to him whirl taking the remote back, "I am a stalker."

"Sure you are." He said whirl taking the remote back.

"Damn it Brock." I groan, "Let me see the remote."

"But I want it to be quite in here." He said with a laugh as he held the remote out of my reach so I couldn't reach it.

"But I wanna watch the telly." I whined as I tried to reach for the remote, "Gimme gimme gimmie. Which is more is more important, my wants or yours?"

"Mine?" He suggest.

"Wrong answer. I say and hit him on his chest lightly and I came to the realization that he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Hey," I asked to him, "I've always meant to ask you, but what does this mean."

"What does what mean?" He asked me."

I traced my finger along the sword on his chest, "This. Why'd you get it?"

He shrugged, "I was drunk."

I laughed, "So you were just thinking about a sword when you got drunk, so you decided to get a sword tattoo?"

"It kinda felt like a lot of people were like holding a sword at my throat at the time." He said with a slight laugh.

"Like at that very moment?" I ask him, "Or constantly?"

"Constantly." He said to me, "It's kinda a reminder of a time when I was weak."

"Don't say that." I say to him, "You're not weak. Use it as a reminder of how strong you are."

He gave me a small smile, "I'll try."

"Good." I say with a smile to him, "But in the mean time, gimmie the remote!"

"Nope." He said while holding it away from me once again.

I laugh as I crawl on top of his chest and tried to grab the remote but he kept it away from me.

"Give it." I say with a laugh as he moved his hand every time I tried to grab it.

"Go get it then." He said while tossing the remote onto the floor.

"You little hoe." I say while slapping his chest and he laughed.

"I hate you now." I say to him.

"No you don't." He said.

"You're right." I say to him, "I was just messin with ya. Hey, am I crushing you or something? Cause my fat ass is pretty heavy."

"You are not fat." He said with a laugh, "And no you're not."

"Good." I say to him and place my head in the crook of his neck, "Because you're more comfortable than the bed."

"Of course I am." He said with a laugh.

"Well you are." I protested with a laugh, then yawn, "Good Night Brock."

"Good night Renee." He said to me.

I felt my eyes getting heavier but before they closed I heard him say something.

"You sleep?" He asked me.

"Almost." I say while lifting up slightly and rubbing my eyes, "But not yet."

He laughed slightly as he looked at me, but he stayed quiet and I saw something in his eyes.

"You need something?" I asked him.

"Um no." He said, "I was just checking if you were sleep."

"Sure you were." I say to him with a small laugh as I lay back down on him and look up at him.

When I looked up at him, I don't know what I saw that was so different about him this time, but I made my heart race.

"Hey Brock?" I say to him.

"Yeah Renee?" He asked.

I took a deep breath before lifting up and gently bringing my lips to his.

I felt his arms go around my waist as he deepened the kiss.

My heart raced as our lips moved in sync and my mind thought a million things at once.

I slowly pulled back and each of us spend several minutes just staring at each other and steadying our breathing.

I gave a nervous laugh and laid my head back in the crook of his neck.

"Good night Brock." I whispered to him.

"Good night Renee." He said as his hands stayed tightly wrapped around me and we both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.