I Don't Do Relationships

Naps help

Apparently I had moved around once I fell asleep and my head was now resting on Chris' chest.  When I realized where I was, I began to rub my hand through the hair that was intermingled with the tattoos I was tracing along the way.  He was awake too and his voice sounded even deeper with my head positioned where it was.  "Do you feel better since sleeping?"

"I think so, but it's more because I told you what happened so you know now."

"I just wish you hadn't felt like you needed to worry."

"Chris, I told you it was more about the fact that he messaged me and I was caught off guard.  I wasn't worried about telling you so much..... well I mean maybe I was a little concerned.  But not that you'd be  upset with me..."

"I know.  I know.  ...You're still not gonna answer him?"

"No."

We laid there in silence for a few minutes and I thought we were done with the subject of my ex-boyfriend, my current boyfriend content with me running my hands along his chest.  I was wrong though because Chris eventually spoke back up in a quiet, hesitant tone.  "......can I?"

Ummmmm what?  Turning to my side a little so I could push up from his chest, now propped up by my elbow, I was able to look him in the face.  His expression seemed to change to one of worry when I moved so quickly.  Feeling like we needed to finish this and close the topic all together, I decided to sit all the way up and crossed my legs, facing him straight on.  In turn he brought his arms behind his head, propping himself up, this way he could see me a little better too.

"No."

"Okay.  Well, does it still bother you that he messaged you?"

"Of course it does.  He goes all those years and nothing.  I run into him, while I'm dressed up and on your arm and in his world, then the pictures drop of the two of us the other day.  Oh and not to mention that there are articles, accompanying said pictures, that insinuate that I am your girlfriend.  He already had an idea we were together after I alluded to it that night we talked. Then, out of nowhere, Nicky sends me a fucking message on my fucking Instagram that I have had for fucking ever.  Yeah, it bothers me that he messaged me.  But it isn't your responsibility to answer any messages he sends to me."

Chris sat up a little, now resting on his elbows behind him.  "Well, it is my responsibility, as your boyfriend, to protect you."

"And I'm all for that.  I feel very safe when I'm with you.  But he is my past, my issue.  Honestly, it bothers me that he waited until I was with you to contact me, but I'm not scared of him.  He'd never hurt me like that, where I'd need protecting."

"No, but he could hurt you emotionally.  After all, that's what he did before and from what you've told me, he..."

Cutting him off, I really didn't want to hear what he was about to say.  "He fucked me up.  End of story.  Chris, I really don't want to dwell on this."  Grabbing my phone, I opened my app and deleted the message right in front of Chris.  He wasn't done though.

"Maybe you should block him."

"Really?"

"It may be for the best.  Look."  Reaching over, Chris grabbed his phone and opened his Instagram as well before looking up and continuing.  "I'll block him too."

"I trust you not to message him if I ask you not to.  You don't have to block people.  Besides, if someone really wants to message you after you block them, all they have to do is make another account.  What's the point?"

"Okay.  Okay.  You're right.  But I'm serious, I will message him and tell him to fuck off.  As your boyfriend, it isn't too off kilter.  I mean, I think most people would feel the same about something like this.  Reverse it, would you want girls messaging..............". I just tilted my head to the side and gave him a smirk before he re-directed his thoughts.  "..............okay, well, my situation is a little different but you can see I haven't opened any of the messages I get from people in my inbox."