Novels by Dion Rosewood

As the sun slowly began to rise, Harris awoke, smiling contentedly, his arms wrapped tightly around Sarah. His eyes remained shut, enjoying their closeness, while his mind wandered, remembering the previous night.They had spent the entire night making love, not caring about the time until they were eventually too tired, and both fell asleep, completely satisfied with their decision.He suddenly broke the blissful silence by whispering into her ear," Hey, Sarah, wake up." He kissed her shoulder lovingly.She opened her eyes sleepily and rubbed them, trying to adjust to the bright morning sunlight streaming through her window. Sarah yawned lazily as she stirred from her sleep, turning towards him to smile happily as she watched him watching her sleepily. "Good morning," she whispered, giving him a peck on his lips.He heard a faint mumble. With a small chuckle, he turned her head towards him, kissing her lightly on the lips. Then he leaned forward slowly, placing feather light kisses

Sarah snuggled against him, closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling of him hugging her tightly. "Do you want to know something else?" She peeked one eye open curiously, looking at him questioningly. "Hmm?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I haven't been this happy in a very long time." She whispered softly. A small smile formed on his lips. He stroked the strands of her hair from her forehead, placing a soft kiss on her forehead before gazing into her clear blue eyes. "Me neither." He whispered softly. "Sarah, I want you to know... uh?" He asked cautiously. "You want me to know what?" she breathed softly, biting down on her lip. "Before I met you..." he trailed off, lowering his gaze. "I had no idea what happiness was like." A sad smile grew on his lips. "There was no one to talk to who understood me. No one to look forward to seeing, no one to laugh with or be silly with..." he trailed off, his voice growing quieter and weaker. Sarah tightened her hold on his hand, squeezing it

Later that evening, Sarah was sitting beside Harris on his bed, just the two of them. After helping to prepare a delicious homemade chicken dish for themselves, the three sat together in the kitchen to eat their meal. Apparently Harris's parents were out on vacation. Once they ate their meal, Sarah quickly helped Amanda with the dishes. Once that was done, Harris led her to his bedroom. When he opened the door, she found herself face to face with his large bed. It was big enough to fit two people comfortably, although she was guessing Harris only used it for himself rather than for any guest. The soft glow of the lamp next to the bed casted the room in warm yellow light. There were several bookshelves lining the wall filled with his favourite books, ranging from romance novels to science fiction series. The floor was carpeted with a plush rug, while the walls were adorned with posters of famous movie stars, artists, musicians and even some of his childhood memories. In addition to th

They sat silently for a few minutes, sipping their tea. Sarah was enjoying her moment of blissful peace, but when she looked over at Harris, she saw he was frowning deeply, his brow furrowed. "Are you okay?" "Hmm?" he blinked, snapping out of whatever reverie he had been in. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking." Sarah waited patiently, wondering what about her question had upset him. He ran a hand through his already disheveled black hair. "It's just... I've been wanting to tell you something, but I didn't know how." "Tell me." He sighed. "I've wanted to tell you for a while about how I truly felt about you. I've always been afraid that it would ruin our friendship. So I waited for the perfect time. But I'm glad I don't have to wait anymore, because you told me how you felt instead." He leaned forward, placing his hand on top of hers. His green eyes met hers and Sarah found herself lost within them. "I love you, Sarah.," he said softly. "I..." She closed her eyes, trying hard to ho

The drive to Harris' house was silent. Sarah had no idea what she had gotten herself into. She was still reeling from their kiss, unable to shake the sensation of Harris' lips on her. She kept glancing over at Harris, studying his face. He was completely unselfconscious. In fact, he was grinning, almost laughing, looking straight ahead. As they turned onto the street, Sarah couldn't help noticing that he lived in a nice neighborhood. The homes themselves were all large and well maintained, some with multiple garages, others with separate garage doors. The houses had huge yards full of perfectly trimmed bushes and flowers. There were also trees lining the road, most of them tall, with branches reaching up into the sky. Most of the cars that passed them were big ones, SUVs or pickups or even motorcycles. Harris parked the car in his driveway. Without asking Sarah, he reached over and opened the door for her, giving her another blinding smile. She felt her cheeks flush again. As she got

Sarah believed Harris was a good match. She had faith in him, in his heart. He’d been kind to her, patient with her, but he still wasn’t in a place to commit to her. So when the opportunity arose to be alone with him in the school locker room, Sarah seized it. He looked up as she entered, eyes bright in the fluorescent light. “Hey,” he said. “What are you doing here?” “I wanted to talk to you,” she answered, smiling shyly at him. Her hand found his arm lightly and squeezed. His skin was smooth beneath her fingers. His face lit up with understanding. “Oh, yeah? What about?” He moved so that he could sit on the bench and, then tapped his hand on the bench, inviting her to join him. Instead of sitting next to him, like she should have, Sarah decided to be bold, and slid into his lap. She pressed against him, wrapping her legs around him. The warmth of his body enveloped her, making her feel safe and protected from everything out there. “You,” she breathed into his ear. Then she leane