Rosa's pov
I woke up to the sweet smell of bacon and fried eggs. I quickly jumped up from the bed and raced downstairs. I know who too well was making breakfast for his one and only barbie. If you don't know who, then let me tell you who it is. It's my boyfriend.
I still feel butterflies in my stomach whenever he calls me his girl. Especially when he's talking to Jacquin and he says, "deja de coquetear con mi novia" which means, 'stop flirting with my girlfriend' in English.
We've been dating for weeks now and the highlights of the relationship are... interesting. I mean I was almost r***d and murdered on the first day of the relationship. We've had a lot of arguments and the most serious ones are when he eats out of my plate. I am also guilty of this, but I don't like it when it is re
