Chapter 501 Have You Heard of Troy Robles?

Shawn called me a chatterbox at least three times that day. He was someone who preferred sitting in silence, and I wasn't the best candidate to provide him with that. I used to be quieter, but I seemed to act more like a child whenever I was with Shawn. I enjoyed talking to him, and I didn't care if he responded. I knew that he was listening to everything I said, and that was enough for me. The chemistry between us was one that only we understood. I also enjoyed doing all sorts of affectionate things when I was with him. I liked pestering him and clinging onto him without leaving his side at all. I knew that I could be too clingy sometimes, but I didn't see it as a problem. Instead, I thought that it was my way of showing love to him. I was also certain that Shawn didn't find my actions annoying, of course—I knew that he enjoyed whatever I was doing to him. Every man loved it when their wife stayed close to them, after all. They loved it when their wives only had eyes on them!