The Act

Caveman

Sage's POV

"You've got all your things together my love? We're leaving after we finish up at the mall." I ask watching as Xan's face tinged a dark flustered red before wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Mhm, you?" He mumbles placing kisses down the side of my neck.

"Yep!"

After last night with everything coming to the light, Xan's been ten times clingier than usual and fifty times more quieter. Which isn't surprising but a bit upsetting. He practically demanded that he was in every room with me this morning, and even went to the extent of waiting exactly outside the bathroom door until i finished—-not that i'm complaining.

Even though he let out a lot of how he was feeling yesterday, I know he's still struggling to grasp the concept. I can tell he feels vulnerable for multiple reasons. Worrying that i'll look at him differently or see him as less. Looking at me as if he took his eyes of me i'd slip out of his grasp forever.

It's kills me he's feeling that way.

But I ensure to remain strong and there for him, knowing that sympathy isn't what my baby wants. It will take a little while for him to get back to his usual self but i'm willing to be patient because I love him and he deserves the world. Knowing what those bitches did to him makes me beyond livid. All I need is five minutes with them. Nothing more nothing less. If it were my decision they'd be dead.

But its not, and I need to respect that for his sake.

God i'm a simp.

Somehow I managed to pull Xan into going shopping with me again, except this time we're buying for me. He was very reluctant at first complaining about "how I would take too long" and "go into every store." Now we're getting ready to go to the mall.

I'm really starting to think he just likes to complain. Its pretty obvious he'd say yes, so why even waste time? Ridiculous.

"Why do we have to go to the mall?" He grumbles out walking around the car to open the door for me.

"You have plenty of clothes."

I glare and he fiddles with his fingers avoiding my gaze, making it immediately waver. He's too cute.

"Theres no such thing as too many clothes baby."  I say biting his jaw making him look at me in fear. Yummy ass. I wonder what his dick tastes like.

"You can stay in the car if you rather not go." I offer and he looks at me like i'm a fucking idiot. Shit I was just trying to be helpful.

"And let you go in there alone where a bunch of boys can fucking gawk at you?! Tsk." He scoffs.  I hold back a laugh at his logic. Crazy man.

Crazy possessive man.

"It was just a suggestion, no need to go all caveman on me." I reply with a smirk avoiding the look he sent just as he did me.

"It's not caveman." He mutters. "I just won't share you with anyone else. You're only mines to look at, mines to love." He responds pulling me away from the car. Not before grabbing a our shades out the front.

Love.

I feel my face heat up at the word holding back the urge to coo, knowing that saying that probably took him a lot pride to get past. Instead I settle with a light kiss on his pink lips which he leans into gratefully.

"And you are only mines to love as well." I assure smiling. "All jokes aside if you aren't sure with going in the mall we can just head home." He looks at me sweetly wrapping his hand around mines tightly, giving it a nice squeeze.