Dollface

Part 72

About twenty minutes later, I'm sitting on the couch, continuing to read the book about marriages gone horribly wrong, so far it's amusing. All non-fiction stories about women who either murdered their husbands for insane reasons or the husband cheated on them.

Then Simon walks into the living room in nothing but his black boxers, nearly naked and in all his glory. I'm focused on the book though as he sits down next to me. I don't react with anything, turning the next page and licking my lips.

S: Isa...

My silent response causes him to sigh heavily before he takes the book from my hands and places it on the coffee table.

I: Hello!
S: Baby, please listen to me.

My lips fall shut as I stare at him questioningly.

S: I know I lied again. After saying I didn't, after we both agreed we were in this together and there's no way we can do this without trust. I'm sorry I disappointed you, I'm just... I'm wired to think this way, it's not something I want. I want to protect you and keep you safe but I've messed up again, I don't mean to be controlling or too possessive, it's just... instinct. Second nature. I'm working on it, I really am.

I keep my gaze on his broken face, one that has been through so much. His eyes that have seen endless unforgettable horrors. I understand now that he knows nothing other than what he grew up with and that is violence.

I was put under his responsibility so suddenly, and we gradually got used to each other's affection; I can't just expect him to change so completely for me. This is something that takes time. Shit now I feel bad.

He reaches up and grabs my chin, bringing our faces closer and murmuring deeply.

S: Bad job for you, baby, don't doubt it.

His lips touch mine, causing me to lose my way of thinking for a moment, and I inhale sharply, eyes flickering down to his seductive lips. But then I press my hand against his chest and look into his eyes.

I: How do I know you mean it this time?
S: Because if I really didn't care, I wouldn't put so much effort into getting your forgiveness. I love you, dollface.

I force a laugh, soft and amused.

I: I like it when you call me that.
S: I thought you hated it.

He furrows his brows and lets his eyes roam my face.

I: I did, when you were nothing but an idiot.
S: I'm still an idiot.
I: Sometimes.

My lips turn to the side as I wrinkle my nose to hide my smile. His thumb strokes my cheek comfortingly as a kind of cherry on top of his apology. I blow air out of my mouth, knowing I gave in immediately, and nudge my nose against his.

I: You're a bastard, but I don't love it when you lie to me again and I swear I'll shoot you in the foot and-

Simom giggles and cuts me off with a soft peck.

S: Finally embracing violence.
I: I've always been violent, you're just the only person who can bring it out of me.
S: Ouch.

I hum and try not to smile.

I: I love you.

I kiss him on the lips a few times as his hand finds a loving spot on my thigh and squeezes it lightly.

S: About this sex...

I gasp as he aggressively grabs me by the waist and pulls me onto his lap as if devouring me is imperative. I mean it in the most figurative sense, but it almost seems that way.