Seandra Lea Jones Is A Tomboy

6. Blowies

I was wearing a dress and stalking Shep's latest fling on Instagram. Only one of these things was a common occurrence.

I know, I know, a dress? What was a certified tomboy doing in non-pants? Well, I... I decided to try something different. It was a Saturday and I worked for an hour and now I have the rest of the day and the next four days off, I was feeling adventurous. I even hit Susie up about going out with her sometime.

No I wasn't still spiraling, but I was desiring a change. Yes, my mom's a dick, but she kind of made some points? I could put more effort into my appearance, I could play up my assets more, I could date!

I huffed, tossing my phone aside when I tried going to the page of a girl tagged in one of Nina (the fling's) photos but found it was private. Shep dates all the time, sometimes multiple people at once, and I haven't been on one since I had to turn assignments in at 11:59. I never used to think about it, but now? My career was good and my personal life was starting to get... monotonous.

I wanted to switch it up.

Instead of coffee, I decided to make tea.

"Morning," I chirped to whoever was coming down the stairs, my back to them.

"It's three in the afternoon." Danny informed me, "You're wearing a dress."

Turning my head away from my steaming mug, I took a moment to note his outfit. He was wearing a white tank top that fit rather snug, doing nothing to hide how built years in the league has made him and grey sweats. I raised a brow, "You're wearing man lingerie."

Surprised amusement splashed across his face, his bushy brows rose, "Man lingerie?"

I nodded, gesturing to his body, "You got the titty and dick print showing." I stated, wanting so desperately to brush past the fact I could see what he was packing. It was impressive, not gonna lie.

"Ha, ha," Danny said dryly, coming to stand right behind me, the heat from his body palpable. "Tea?" He muttered quietly before he abruptly grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. Narrowing his eyes he leaned in my close, his minty breath battering my nose. "You'd tell me if you were gonna kill yourself, right?"

I rolled my eyes and shoved him away, "Oh my gosh! This isn't a cry for help," I snapped, grabbing my tea a little too quickly. Hot water splashed over the side and caught my hand, I gritted my teeth, soaking in the pain as I went to sit on one of the stools.

"Then what is it?" He asked, sounding like he didn't believe me.

Once I was seated at the island, I sucked the last bit of water off my skin before looking at him. He was waiting expectantly, arms crossed. "It's me embracing my femininity." I said simply, not wanting to explain to him that I was tired of being the only one in the house not getting some ass.

"You just wanna have sex," He said, effectively calling me out.

I blushed, "No, I'm just-just-"

"-J-j-j," He mocked me, smirking when I flipped him the bird. "Well good luck, you look good. Just get them in bed before you start being yourself again." He joked, which would've been funny if that wasn't almost verbatim something my mom's said before.

"You're such an ass." I said simply, not giving him the satisfaction of a pitty laugh. He rolled his eyes and went to grab a coffee mug, "What you got planned for today?"

"Late lunch with Aj and then Shep and I are vegging out on Assassin's Creed." I watched as his back muscles flexed beneath the fabric of his top as he started making coffee.

Bringing my mug to my lips, I wondered aloud, "And the girlfriend's okay with that?" Knowing damn well he probably had to promise Tegan a shopping spree so he could spend a day without her. I was about to ask how much of his soul he still owned when he shocked me.