I'm Here to Fix You - Broken Souls Series #2

More than you could possibly imagine

CHAPTER 49 - MORE THAN YOU COULD POSSIBLY IMAGINE

SILVIA'S POV

The moment he walked through the door of his bedroom, I managed to wriggle out of his grip, and set feet on the ground again. I didn't change my mind, it's just that I realized something ... "Hold on, how about you change the sheets?" Or the mattress, but it's too late for that now.

Jake gaped at me, dumbfounded. "What?"

"The sheets." I pointed at his bed. "You better change them."

"Why?" He then rolled his eyes. "I haven't had sex in over 9 weeks, and the last time wasn't even in this bed, so keep calm, the sheets are clean, Ana changes them every week."

That's not it. "It's not about clean, it's ..." I sighed. "Never mind. Come here." I stretched my arms to welcome him in. I'm just an overjealous and paranoid girlfriend, that's all. The idea that so many women slept in this bed drives me insane. The idea that possibly Olivia too slept in this bed, that Hillary slept in this bed, it's ... gah, I can't make it. When Jake got to a mere inch from me, I sighed, stepping back again.

"What now?" He rolled his eyes, clearly frustrated.

"I just ..." I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. "It's stupid and irrational and I'm the first one to be irked by this absurd whim I'm having, but ... can we ... I don't know, go to my place?"

"Why?"

"It's ... I would feel more comfortable if we went to my place." I am a psychopathic girlfriend, therefore I will obviously secretly buy a new mattress for his bedroom without him knowing, tsk. But ... for now I gotta make do.

Jake gaped at me, perplexed and annoyed, but clearly not in the mood to argue. Hence, he sighed, fixing his belt, or rather, his boner. "Alright, whatever. Let's go." He strolled out of the bedroom, muttering to himself: "The things a boyfriend's gotta do to get laid ..."

"Oh, wow, really romantic ..." I rolled my eyes, following him.

"Baby, I love you, but I'm dying of blue balls here. So let's just get a move on." He grumbled, hastily heading to the door. He didn't even take his keys nor wallet nor anything.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"My balls? Oh, those fell under your command the day we met."

I wiggled my eyebrows, taking my purse. "I'm gonna assume that's just your sexual frustration talking."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever ... let's just go. The sooner, the better."

"Are you serious?"

"I don't know, are you? I mean, that bed's perfectly fine. I don't see why you gotta be so picky. But hey, if we argue, that's one more week I linger in my penance, so forget I said anything, let's just go to your place."

I didn't move. Instead, I crossed my arms over my chest, rooting in my spot. "Excuse me?"

"Silvia, come on ... let's not fight again, alright? I'm saying you're right. Can we go now?"

"No."

Jake groaned loudly as he turned back to me. "Oh, for the love of God, woman, I am dying here! We are dying!" He pointed at his crotch. "Can you just be a little less stubborn for once? You're spoiling the mood!"

"I am spoiling the mood?! You're taking my first time as some troublesome affair we should get over with!" God, why are we always fighting?

"I'm not. You're making it absurd with your nonsensical jealousy." Jake huffed. "It's just a stupid bed, Silvia."