"Hec baby why are you getting so mad? I'm sorry okay," I tuck a strand of his thick hair behind his ear gently and shift a bit closer to him on the foot of our bed.
"You know I don't like you talking to him." He raises his voice slightly and gives me that furious look that scares me more than I care to admit.
Instead of retaliating I give him a short kiss but he doesn't kiss back so I lean in again and give him another, "You have nothing to worry about. I only have eyes for one gunner." I grin against his mouth, taking his bottom lip between my lips.
"It better not be that dickhead." He warns teasingly as he skims his hands up my bare thighs and beneath the hem of my silk shorts, resting them there.
"If that dickheads name is Hector then I'm sorry to disappoint but I love him so fucking much." I giggle, climbing into his lap.
"He's a handsome lad him so I'm gonna let it slide." He jokes before flipping us over and lying me down gently on my back, "Jesus Christ I can never stay mad at you for too long."
"Why do you wanna stay mad at me anyway?" I ask, running my hands down his torso.
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