"Aww, you're so cute when you're all protective and shit." I toyed with him and he immediately looked at me with a frown. "I'm not "cute" okay? Don't call me that." He was such a baby when he frowned. I got up from the beach chair and put my shorts and top back on. I grabbed my towel and put my slippers on. Joe followed my actions and packed his stuff too and we headed to our building. All the way to the elevator I kept on saying the word "cute" on repeat to piss him off and he would roll his eyes or say a frustrated "stop it" in return. I just loved teasing him and pushing his buttons cause honestly it was fun to watch. I stopped chanting "cute" when we got inside the elevator as déjà vu hit me. The last time, years ago, when Joe and I were in an elevator he had stopped the elevator and we had engaged ourselves in an intimate moment. The after math for that was funny since when we got to our floor on the Eureka Tower there was a massive group of impatient people waiting for us and kept on asking if we were okay. "Don't give me that look Scar," He rolled his eyes at me, I was giving him the "uh-oh" look, "I'm not gonna do anything to you." xoxo Hey guys this story has some sexual scenes and references along with profanities. Anyone is welcome to read it but please don't judge. It's just the way I write. Thanks to all who will show interest in this story! :)