Possessive?

As Roseanne stirred and her gaze met Jennie's, panic surged through Jennie's veins. In a quick and instinctual move, she set the book elsewhere, hoping that Roseanne hadn't noticed the content she had been engrossed in. Jennie's heart raced as she tried to compose herself, the weight of the secret she had been keeping pressing heavily on her chest.

"Why are you not sleeping, love?" Roseanne's voice was soft and tinged with sleepiness, her eyes still adjusting to the dim light of the room.

Jennie forced a smile, her nerves making her response come out unsteady. "I guess I'm just not feeling very sleepy tonight."

With a gentle tug, Roseanne pulled Jennie down to lay beside her on the bed. Jennie's heart fluttered at the closeness, even as the weight of her guilt intensified. Roseanne reached forward to turn off the bedside lamp, casting a soothing darkness over the room. Then, she wrapped her arms around Jennie, pulling her close.

"You should get some rest," Roseanne murmured, her voice a tender whisper. "Especially if you're not feeling well."

Jennie's throat tightened at the sincerity in Roseanne's words. The thought that Roseanne still believed the lie about her being sick squeezed at her heart. She had let the deception linger, unable to come clean about the true reason behind her request for time off from work.

Roseanne's embrace was warm and comforting, and Jennie's inner turmoil only deepened. She had always prided herself on being open and honest with Roseanne, sharing everything with her. But now, a wall had been erected between them, a secret that Jennie was too afraid to reveal.

Jennie remained silent, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wanted to confess, to pour her heart out to Roseanne, and to apologize for invading her privacy. Yet, the fear of hurting Roseanne or damaging their relationship held her back. She wished for a moment of clarity, a way to bridge the gap between them without causing harm.

As Roseanne's breathing grew steady, indicating she was drifting back to sleep, Jennie's mind raced. She knew that eventually, the truth would have to come out. But for now, with Roseanne's arms around her and the weight of the diary's revelations still fresh in her mind, Jennie chose to hold onto the moment of solace, hoping that somehow, they would find their way back to each other, stronger and more connected than ever before.

On that lazy Sunday, the sun filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle warmth over the room. Roseanne had chosen to spend the day at home, a rare indulgence in rest and relaxation. As she lounged on the couch, engrossed in a book, Jennie couldn't help but feel conflicted. She was torn between her curiosity about the diary's contents and her desire to respect Roseanne's privacy.

Jennie's mind wandered back to what she had read earlier, the pages that had offered a glimpse into a chapter of Roseanne's past. The memory of Lisa's playful nickname, the flirty compliments, and the budding connection between them tugged at Jennie's emotions.

She felt a pang of jealousy, a sharp twinge of insecurity that she hadn't expected. The way Lisa had referred to Roseanne as "Rosie" had sparked a hint of envy in Jennie. It was an endearing term, one that carried an intimacy that Jennie had always believed was unique to her and Roseanne. And yet, here it was, being used by someone else, someone from Roseanne's past.

The memory of Lisa's compliments echoed in Jennie's mind, each word like a prickling thorn in her thoughts. "Your smile is blinding my eyes." The image of Roseanne's radiant smile being praised by another, someone who had clearly been taken by her charm, made Jennie's stomach churn with a mixture of emotions.

Sulking in her own thoughts, Jennie couldn't help but whisper to herself, her voice laced with a hint of jealousy, "Of course her smile is enough to melt me, but that smile is not for you, Lalisa."

The words hung in the air, a testament to Jennie's conflicting emotions. She knew that jealousy was irrational, that Roseanne had chosen her, that their love was strong. But the insecurities stirred by the revelations in the diary were not easily quelled.

When Jennie's whispered words reached Roseanne's ears, the corners of Roseanne's lips curved into an amused smile. She gently set her book aside and shifted her gaze to Jennie, who had been lost in her thoughts. Roseanne's curiosity was piqued, and she playfully inquired, "Did you just say something, Wifey?"

Jennie felt her heart skip a beat at Roseanne's affectionate words. She couldn't help but be drawn to that radiant smile, the very one that had captivated her from the very beginning. In an impulsive move, Jennie slid into Roseanne's embrace and lay on top of her, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

She met Roseanne's gaze, her own eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and affection. "My hubby, Rosie, you know me. Just lost in my thoughts."

Roseanne's playful frown gave way to curiosity, and Jennie decided to seize the moment. Leaning in, she pressed her lips against Roseanne's, effectively silencing any further questions. The kiss was soft and tender, a silent reassurance of Jennie's love and affection.

As their lips parted, Roseanne's eyes were alight with a mixture of surprise and delight. A playful glint danced in her gaze as she teasingly raised an eyebrow. "Well, that was quite the way to distract me."

Jennie grinned, her heart lightening at the playful banter between them. "Seemed like the most effective method," she replied, her voice laced with a playful undertone.

Roseanne chuckled, her fingers tracing soothing patterns along Jennie's back. "I can't argue with that logic."

As Jennie continued to lie on top of Roseanne, her fingers gently weaving through Roseanne's hair, a sense of tranquility enveloped them. Roseanne's arms were wrapped around Jennie's waist, holding her close in a tender embrace that felt both comforting and intimate. The soft rhythm of their breathing seemed to create a soothing melody, and their bodies molded together as if they were two pieces of a puzzle meant to fit perfectly.

The peaceful moment was interrupted by a sudden rumble that emanated from Jennie's stomach. Roseanne's lips curled into an amused smile, her laughter dancing in her eyes. "Well, someone's hungry," she teased, her voice lighthearted.

Jennie's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she buried her face into the crook of Roseanne's neck. "Oh my goodness," she mumbled, her voice muffled by the embrace. She couldn't believe her stomach had betrayed her like that, especially at such a serene moment.

Roseanne's laughter continued to ripple through the air, the sound filling the room with warmth. "It's alright, my love. No need to be shy about it," she reassured, her fingers gently stroking Jennie's back.

Feeling a mixture of embarrassment and amusement, Jennie peeked up at Roseanne, her eyes shining with a playful glint. "I can't believe my stomach decided to announce its presence like that."

Roseanne chuckled, her affectionate gaze never leaving Jennie's. "Well, I think it's just a sign that we should consider getting some food. What do you think?"

Jennie grinned, her embarrassment giving way to hunger as her stomach growled again in agreement. "That sounds like a great idea," she admitted, her voice tinged with laughter.

With a gentle and affectionate squeeze, Roseanne began to shift, signaling their intention to leave the cozy cocoon they had created. "Alright then, let's go raid the kitchen."

As they untangled themselves and made their way to the kitchen, the lightness of their interaction and the shared laughter seemed to wash away any lingering shadows for now. The simple act of teasing and laughing together reminded Jennie of the bond they shared, the deep connection that had been built over the couple of years.

In the quiet hours of the afternoon, as the sunlight filtered through the curtains, Jennie found herself once again drawn to the diary. She waited until Roseanne had succumbed to the embrace of sleep, her breathing steady and peaceful, before slipping away from their shared moments of intimacy.

The remnants of their shared lunch and their extended intimate session still lingered in Jennie's thoughts, they fucked eachother for hours leaving her feeling both giddy and slightly fatigued. But her mind was a whirlwind of questions, a need to uncover the truths that had been hidden in the pages of the diary. She knew that she was treading on uncertain ground, that her actions held the potential to alter the course of their relationship, but the pull of curiosity was too strong to resist.

Gently, Jennie slipped into a discarded shirt, its familiar scent offering a sense of comfort, and made her way to the study room. She settled onto the couch next to the window, the soft glow from a nearby lamp casting a warm pool of light onto the pages of the diary.

Jennie settled onto the couch, the diary cradled in her hands, and once again delved into the chapters of Roseanne's past. The words seemed to come alive, painting vivid images of the moments that had shaped Roseanne's journey. Each entry was like a brushstroke, adding depth and color to the portrait of Roseanne's life before they had met.

As the pages turned and the stories unfolded, Jennie found herself captivated by the emotions that spilled from the ink. She experienced the joy, the pain, and the longing that had once consumed Roseanne's heart. It was a journey through the past, a glimpse into the person Roseanne had been and the experiences that had molded her.

Jennie's heart ached as she read about the challenges Roseanne had faced, the moments of vulnerability that had been hidden beneath her radiant smile. She felt a renewed sense of appreciation for the woman lying in the other room, for the strength and resilience that had carried Roseanne through both the highs and lows of her life.