Run To You

Chapter 23

"What the heck did you just put in my mouth?" Kirstie growls. We were playing a game, and she chickened out. This is her punishment. I get a spoonful of mayo, and prepare to shove it in her mouth, but she lifted her blindfold. Her eyes widened. "You were going to put mayo in my mouth!"
"Haha," I chuckled nervously and looked at the ground. She got a bottle of water and rinsed her mouth.
"That is nasty. Don't talk to me," she snarled at me, and stomped into the kitchen.
"You're the one who wouldn't hump the TV," I placed my hands on my hips, jokingly defensive.
"Yeah, because that's gross!" she yelled at me.
"Are you mad?" I frowned. I thought we were joking.
"Yeah I'm mad," she throws her hands around. "What kind of person makes their girlfriend hump the TV, and then when they refused to do it, you force feed her condiments?"
"I could do worse," I step towards her. "I could beat you. I could verbally abuse you! We were joking around!"
"Are you really going to bring that up?" Kirstie yells back at me.
"That's what you think I'm doing? Do you think I'm that shallow? No! I want you to know worse things could be happening at you!" I corner her, and yell at her. "I will never hurt you. I love you too much!"
Kirstie's lip quivers, and she pushes me out of the way. I hear her stomp into her old bedroom. I run to her door, and hear her sobs on the other side. I open the door, but she slams the door when I get it cracked. "I don't want you to see me."
"Why?" I whisper.
"When I was with Jeremy and we fought, he would beat me. He gagged my mouth so you wouldn't hear. He was really scared of you."
I cracked the door open. "I'm glad I get to be the scary boyfriend. C'mere," I pull the door open. She looks in my eyes, and tears brim at the corners. They spill down her cheeks, and I pull her into a hug. I kiss the top of her head, and she moves her head so her chin is resting on my chest, gazing into my eyes. She stands on her tiptoes and gives me an open mouth peck, and she pulls me to our bedroom. I kiss her gently, and she snakes her hands to my chest. My hands my move lower down her hips. She giggles against my mouth in response. I take her bottom lip in between my teeth and gently tug. She moans, and I move my kisses down her face and neck. She breathes heavily, and I unzip the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing and push it off her shoulders. All she is in now is a bra.
"Avi, not right now," she whispered to me huskily. "Not in the mood."
"Okay darling. Let's go to sleep," I say, and pull her into bed with me. We both easily fall asleep, and I don't want to wake up.