My eyes close when the water surrounds me in a warm cocoon.  I sit with my knees propped up holding my legs close to my body.  Before I realize it Trent is across from me his chest wet with rose petals stuck on it.

“Relax.”  He says slowly bringing my leg to him massaging my foot.  “Lean back baby.”  I follow his instructions leaning against the warm tub stretching my legs on top of his.  He moves his legs on the outside of my hips and my hands automatically rest on his strong calves.

Trent brings out a jar of salt scrub taking one of my feet out of the water rubbing it into my foot deeply massaging the bottom with his thumb.  I moan in delight.  He follows suit with my other foot and then he moves down my legs and I pull away.

“It’s ok baby, just me.”  I settle down again to the sound of his voice.  “Every inch of you is gorgeous.  How did I get so lucky?”  He is giving my leg small kisses as he comes closer to me.

I swallow a hard gulp, its Trent I remind myself.

His hands move across my body like silk and a rush of arousal hits me.  His fingers brush between my legs and I close them instinctively but he uses his other hand to gently open me up again.  “You ok baby?”  He asks and I nod still unsure.  “You feel so good.”  He inserts a finger in.  “So wet.”  He kisses my shoulder.

“Trent.”  I moan.

“Yeah Baby?”  He asks.

“Don’t stop, it feels so good.”  I admit.

“Never.”

We stay in the bath touching and feeling each other until the water goes cold. Trent wraps me in a towel carrying me into our bedroom.  More rose petals are sprawled across our bed and candles lit.  He lays me on the bed bringing out a bottle of lotion. He spreads it across my legs, my stomach, my arms and lastly my breasts after he sucks on each of my nipples.

He crawls on top of me and I can feel the tip of his erection at my entrance and I tense.  “Look in my eyes baby.”  Trent’s eyes stare down at me.  When I see myself in those eyes I only imagine him.  He enters me slow and steady until he consumes me saying sweet things.  Moving in slow circles the pressure starts to build inside of me.  I place my hands on his shoulder blades pulling him closer to me.

We both groan when our release happens.  Trent cleans me up and comes back to bed cradling me in his arms.  We talk until we fall asleep.  He never lets me go.

Needless to say after that, sex consumed our lives daily.  We christened every inch of every room in our small apartment.  Thank goodness when I was in the hospital Mrs. Basso talked me into starting the pill so we didn’t have to worry about condoms.

After that month Trent had to start playing which took him away from New York a lot.  Ian frequently slept on our couch keeping me company.  I got a job as an assistant to an interior designer but I pretty much answered phones and checked on orders.  It was something to get my foot in the door though so I didn’t mind. Not to mention I wanted to be available when Trent was home so it was perfect.

The first two months was great.  Trent would rush home after he was gone or at practice, we would spend every moment together but then Trent was finally put into a game against the D.C team as a starter it changed.  He scored three goals making headlines and suddenly he had a following.  He continued to be a top scorer only bringing more media attention to him.  Then he led his team to the Soccer National League cup where they won.  He signed his new contract and with his agents help he was the top earner in Soccer National League history.

Trent started changing before my eyes.  He moved us from the one bedroom to a

two bedroom condo in some high rise with a doorman saying he wanted to keep me safe.  After a practice he would stay late and work-out stating he had to increase his muscle mass in order to be a top performer.  I had to admit his body was amazing before but it was downright incredible now, I just hoped I was the only one touching it.

Our quiet evenings at home were filled with shows, clubs and appearances around the city.  In exchange of our diner dinners with milkshakes and cheeseburgers we were eating high priced meals with wine lists.  In the beginning it was exciting but I drew tired of it and started staying at home while he went out.  I slowly stopped hearing from him when he was out of town and he no longer rushed back to me.  He would return long after I went to bed and I would sneak off to work trying not to wake him.

We didn’t make love anymore, just fast sex that left me unfulfilled.  Trent’s arms no longer wrapped around me securely at night instead our backs faced each other in the king size bed.

I turn the doorknob and Trent is in a tuxedo smiling with a hand full of roses.              “What are you doing?”  I ask.

“Come with me.”  He pulls me by my hand to the bedroom.

On the bed is a black gown laid out across the bed with a pair of strap heels on the floor.  “It’s stunning.”  I say.

“No, you will be stunning in it.”  He whispers in my ear standing behind me.

“Where are we going?”  I ask.

“Surprise.” He says.  “You have half hour to get ready.”

I hurriedly take a shower curl my hair, put make-up on.  I can’t keep the smile off my face.  I am thrilled my Trent is back.  Questions fill my mind, is he going to propose?  Oh, I am not ready for that.

He helps me into my dress kissing my neck and shoulders like he used to. Telling me how beautiful I am and how much he loves me.

“Tell me where we are going?”  I beg him.

“No way” he says slipping something around my neck.  “Pull that gorgeous hair up.”  He clasp it shut and I feel it with my hands.

“Trent, you shouldn’t have.”  I can feel the cold element on my chest.

“You deserve it baby.”  He kisses my shoulder leading me over to the mirror.

He stands behind me as I admire the ruby necklace around my neck.  “I love it.”  I say staring at him through the mirror.

“I love you.”  He says back at me through the mirror.  “Now let’s go and celebrate.”

“What are we celebrating?”  I ask walking down the hall throwing my cell phone in the new clutch that was left by the dress.

“I’m not saying anything until we get to the restaurant.”  He says grabbing his wallet and keys.

“Can you at least tell me the restaurant?”

“Sure, Sparrow’s, your favorite.”  He smiles back at me.  I don’t bother telling him that is his favorite restaurant, not mine.

“Sounds great.”  I smile in return.

We make our way downstairs and I notice there is a limo waiting for us.  Trent has gone all out on this night.  I look at him and he motions for me to step in first.  The limo driver opens the door for us and we climb in.  When the limo pulls away from the curb Trent opens the champagne.

“I can’t hold it in any longer.”  He is giddy with excitement. “Maddy, we’re going to Chicago.  I’ve been traded.”  He hugs me in a tight embrace.

“What?”  I say quietly.

“Did you not hear me?  New York traded me, I’m going to Chicago.  You think we had it good here you should see how much they are paying me.”  The gleam in his blue eyes is shining so bright.  Trent is happier than I have ever seen him and I don’t want to disappoint him that I don’t want to leave New York.

“That’s great Trent.  I’m so proud of you.”  I hug him back.

We pull up to Sparrow’s and there are cameramen outside.  Ever since Trent led the team to the Soccer National League cup there have been a few articles in the gossip column online about him but lately it has been crazy.  They follow us to numerous shows and restaurants snapping our picture.  The gossip columnists are calling him the soccer dream guy.

Trent gets out of the limo first holding his hand out for me to join him.  Clicks are heard around us and I hope I look good enough to be on his arm.  The last thing I want is to be public humiliated.