are great together,” Jacob chuckles whilst wiping tears from his eyes. “Did you actually put his eyes on a poster of Channing Tatum?”
“She did,” James snorts his nose scrunches in mock disgust. “I should be worried but I’m not.”
“Nah, unfortunately I may be a complete commitment- phobe but I’m a loyal one,” I grin a toothy grin and kiss him on the cheek.
Jacob shakes his head, not understanding what I mean I assume. He voices his thoughts to James. “How’d you get a commitment- phobe to marry you?”
James clears his throat, “Well, our marriage was…”
“I fell head over heels in love, he popped the question I said, why not. Pretty boring.”
“Sounds about right,” James beams down at me but the look in his eyes shows he knows I’m lying.
Are you lying?
I have no idea.
So that went well. James showing up and marking his territory so to speak. He was extremely quiet on the way home, it was a little unnerving. Not that I said anything or plan to. In fact, I plan to go home, finish up my work, have a bath and fall asleep.
For the tenth time since I pulled out my laptop James makes a huffing noise, an exaggerated sigh whilst shuffling every few minutes. I roll my eyes. I’m so not going to ask.
Sigh. From James… AGAIN
Huff. From James… AGAIN!
Sigh.
Huff.
I slam my laptop closed and look at him with a raised eyebrow. “What?”
“You fancy him.”
“So?” I say with another eye roll and reopen my laptop.
“You aren’t denying it?” he lets out a humorous laugh, his eyes widened in disbelief.
I shrug, “Not going to deny the truth.”
“If you were single, would you fuck him?”
I nod with a small irritated, thin lipped smile. Why is he torturing himself? Really? “Yes. Most likely.”
“If I gave you permission to screw him would you?” he says with a scrunched brow.
I place my laptop on the coffee table. “Are you giving me permission?” I turn to him, tucking my legs beneath me and lean my elbow on the back of the couch.
“Are you serious? I can never tell with you,” he frowns.
My smile widens, “I’m being deadly serious. Are you giving me permission to fuck Jacob, that’s if he even wants to?”
“No, like hell I am!” he snaps.
I laugh out loud at the injured look on his face, “Then why are you asking ridiculous questions? You can clearly see he’s an attractive man. But honey you are ten times better. Would I screw him if I didn’t have you waiting for me at home with that monster dick of yours? Yes I would. But I’m not going to.”
“I just, needed to know.” He replies but I see the softening of his eyes at my words.
I reply, “No honey a need is something you can’t live without. A want is something you don’t need or require but desire. So you most definitely didn’t need to know this did you?”
He shrugs and turns back to the TV, I can see the cogs working in his head. It’s amusing, his face twisting into a new expression every few seconds. Like a kaleidoscope of emotions on that pretty head of his.
Huff. Shuffle. Sigh. Huff. DAMMIT.
“What now?” I grind out and wait as he turns towards me. His expression neutral. “How many people have you slept with Maya?”
“Five, you are my fifth,” I reply honestly and cross my arms over my chest. The look on his face is priceless.
“I thought.”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry.”
I wave him off with another tight lipped smile. My face probably seems more psychotic than understanding.
Sighing, I say, “Can we drop this now.”
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles and wraps me in his arms. I sag into his chest. “Thank you for
“She did,” James snorts his nose scrunches in mock disgust. “I should be worried but I’m not.”
“Nah, unfortunately I may be a complete commitment- phobe but I’m a loyal one,” I grin a toothy grin and kiss him on the cheek.
Jacob shakes his head, not understanding what I mean I assume. He voices his thoughts to James. “How’d you get a commitment- phobe to marry you?”
James clears his throat, “Well, our marriage was…”
“I fell head over heels in love, he popped the question I said, why not. Pretty boring.”
“Sounds about right,” James beams down at me but the look in his eyes shows he knows I’m lying.
Are you lying?
I have no idea.
So that went well. James showing up and marking his territory so to speak. He was extremely quiet on the way home, it was a little unnerving. Not that I said anything or plan to. In fact, I plan to go home, finish up my work, have a bath and fall asleep.
For the tenth time since I pulled out my laptop James makes a huffing noise, an exaggerated sigh whilst shuffling every few minutes. I roll my eyes. I’m so not going to ask.
Sigh. From James… AGAIN
Huff. From James… AGAIN!
Sigh.
Huff.
I slam my laptop closed and look at him with a raised eyebrow. “What?”
“You fancy him.”
“So?” I say with another eye roll and reopen my laptop.
“You aren’t denying it?” he lets out a humorous laugh, his eyes widened in disbelief.
I shrug, “Not going to deny the truth.”
“If you were single, would you fuck him?”
I nod with a small irritated, thin lipped smile. Why is he torturing himself? Really? “Yes. Most likely.”
“If I gave you permission to screw him would you?” he says with a scrunched brow.
I place my laptop on the coffee table. “Are you giving me permission?” I turn to him, tucking my legs beneath me and lean my elbow on the back of the couch.
“Are you serious? I can never tell with you,” he frowns.
My smile widens, “I’m being deadly serious. Are you giving me permission to fuck Jacob, that’s if he even wants to?”
“No, like hell I am!” he snaps.
I laugh out loud at the injured look on his face, “Then why are you asking ridiculous questions? You can clearly see he’s an attractive man. But honey you are ten times better. Would I screw him if I didn’t have you waiting for me at home with that monster dick of yours? Yes I would. But I’m not going to.”
“I just, needed to know.” He replies but I see the softening of his eyes at my words.
I reply, “No honey a need is something you can’t live without. A want is something you don’t need or require but desire. So you most definitely didn’t need to know this did you?”
He shrugs and turns back to the TV, I can see the cogs working in his head. It’s amusing, his face twisting into a new expression every few seconds. Like a kaleidoscope of emotions on that pretty head of his.
Huff. Shuffle. Sigh. Huff. DAMMIT.
“What now?” I grind out and wait as he turns towards me. His expression neutral. “How many people have you slept with Maya?”
“Five, you are my fifth,” I reply honestly and cross my arms over my chest. The look on his face is priceless.
“I thought.”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry.”
I wave him off with another tight lipped smile. My face probably seems more psychotic than understanding.
Sighing, I say, “Can we drop this now.”
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles and wraps me in his arms. I sag into his chest. “Thank you for
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