Stuck ⭐️

31 - Changes

Chris and I had been living together for about a month now. To say it was a growing period would be an understatement. When we were just staying with each other we didn't noticed the little stupid annoyances the other one had. I mean usually they were easy fixes, easy to just deal with but sometimes there were things that drove either of us nuts.

Chris liked leaving wet towels in the bathroom floor and he hated how my make up and hair products took over so much of the double sink that it started to go to his side.

It was an adjustment for sure...we were learning.

Chris walked into the kitchen as I was sitting at the kitchen island just finishing my lunch. I was reading a book when he walked in.

"Hey, I left you some in the fridge since I knew you were on a work call." I said and he just half nodded and walked to the fridge. He looked in it and the slammed the door to the fridge shut.

"Okay Bex, I love you but I can't take it anymore." Chris snapped and I jerked my head to look at him.

"What's going on?" I asked concerned.

"Is that another book?!" Chris asked pointing to the one in my hand. I just looked at it.

"I mean it's a book I'm reading..." I trailed off, he walked over to me and took my hand.

"Come with me please, for a minute." He said as he walked into the living room.

"There are two books on the coffee table alone. Started, not finished! You have bookmarks in each." Chris said. He then walked us down to the bedroom. "You have a stack on your bedside table. Again all with bookmarks in them! They aren't completely read." Chris grumbled.

"Okay...I don't see-..." I started to say and Chris just shook his head as we walked into the office and he pointed to the table beside the couch.

"A book there, accompanied by a bookmark." He said. He walked us back to the kitchen. "And one on the kitchen table and now the island." Chris said.

"Chris...?" I asked.

"You have books everywhere Bexley! Can you just finish a book and put it back? Do you have to pull out all these books?!" Chris snapped and I sighed just looking at him.

"You want to know why I have so many books out?" I asked and he nodded.

"I really do..." Chris said cross his arms.

"Okay well this book here -..." I said pointing to the one on the kitchen island, "Is a murder mystery because sometimes I want to read about murder. Since it's frowned upon in real life." I glared at him which I saw scared him slightly.

"Okay..." Chris said.

"The one on the kitchen table, that one is a sci-fi book. Not usually my cup of tea but it was suggested to me." I explained. I grabbed his hand, dragging him to the bedroom. "That stack of books is romance, fantasy, horror and true crime for nights when I don't know what I want to read." I said.

"Bex..." Chris tried interrupting me as I pulled him to the living room but I ignored him and then we stopped in the living room. I pushed him down on the couch so he was sitting.

"And finally, these two are historical romance and another mystery." I explained. I took a deep breath. "Chris, you know I have a lot of books, I mean you moved them in here." I said a d he nodded.

"I did..." Chris grunted remembering the pain.

"Right so I have this thing where I may have a lot of books around the house and it's only because I don't know what I'll be in the mood to read so I grab a book and when I'm done with it for the day I just leave it so I can finish it later." I explained. "I did this at my place, didn't you notice?" I asked and Chris shook his head.