JEFF
Bible has been in a mood since breakfast, saying fewer and fewer words with every passing hour.
Even with his head lying on my lap as we watch the horror movie, Body Sop 19, which is a guilty pleasure we both share, I can hardly focus on all the gory of the film.
I comb my fingers through Bible's silky smooth hair, thinking back to what we talked about this morning but come back empty on why my words would piss him so much. I don't want us fighting and especially not on Valentine's day.
"Can you tell me what I said to get you so mad at me?"
"Jeff..."
"Please?"
"Fine," he says with a sigh. "You made our first time together sound cheap, sort of like a reward. Like, you did well boy, here's your cookie."
I bite my lip to hold back a chuckle. I bet he wouldn't appreciate it if I laughed to his face and now that I think back... perhaps I should have thought my words through.
"What would you have liked to hear from me?"
"Oh, I don't know, Jeff. I would have liked to hear something like - Bible, I was so hot for you, I kept thinking of you fucking me into the mattress."
I bite my lip, fighting so hard to contain my laughter. "Okay then, Bible, I was so hot for you, I kept thinking of you fucking me into the mattress."
This time, there is no holding back the laughter than breaks through. It's loud and it feels great to just let it out. It's even ridiculous that we would argue about this and part of me is glad that we did because, with every passing day, we handle our differences better than we did when we first got together.
"I'm glad one of us thinks it's funny," he says, glaring at me before shifting his eyes to the TV.
"I'm sorry, baby," I say, pushing his hair back from his face before leaning down and brushing my lips over his forehead. "Does it help if I told you that I wanted to do it to make you happy but also because I have the hots for you?"
"Maybe?"
"Fine, then it's both," I say, rolling my eyes at how ridiculous his conversation is so I change it. "I got you something."
His eyes shift to mine and I chuckle at the shock in them. "You did?"
"Well, yeah, it's Valentine's and I wanted to get you something."
"I brought you something too," he says.
"Why didn't you say anything before?"
"Well, it would have been awkward if I mentioned it and you got me nothing."
I chuckle, gently tapping his forehead. "You're shameless. Now lean up so I can go get you the present I bought you."
He does as I instruct and I leave to get my present from upstairs but I'm nervous.
There is very little that makes me nervous but ever since I started dating Bible, I've experienced more unnerving moments than I have in the last five years. I don't even get this nervous before going on stage to perform for hundreds of thousands of people but getting Bible his present has me breaking into a cold sweat.
What if he doesn't like it?
My previous partners have all been women and they always hinted at what they wanted for Valentine's and then pretended to be surprised when I delivered it so it never bothered me because we both knew what to expect but with Bible... he doesn't hint at anything.
