Charming In Handcuffs

Extra - One of a Kind (Pt. 3)

*Please read the authors note at the end! It's important!*

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"Jack!" I groaned and stomped away from him, "I love you, but you piss me off so much sometimes."

He grasped my hips from behind, but I scrambled out of his grip. "I'm sorry." He choked on another laugh, "I won't forget to do the dishes again."

I whirled around to face him and accidentally crashed into his chest. I pushed up on his chest and took a step back. "Do you think this is funny?"

Jack placed a hand over his mouth and I knew he was fighting another set of laughs. "Do you not realize," He dropped his hand, "what you're getting mad about?"

"Oh, no. I fully realize what I'm getting mad about. I'm already stressed out enough and I don't want to have to worry about doing the dishes on top of everything else!"

He stepped forward and placed his hands on my shoulders. "Juliet," He breathed, "Calm down. It's dishes. I'll do them, but you need to calm your cute little ass down. Our wedding is in a week and I don't need to explain to everyone we canceled the wedding because I forgot to do the dishes."

I bit my tongue, trying to hide my own laugh. If I laugh, he knows he won. Instead, I glared at him. He won't win this one, I can tell you that now. Maybe I'm being a little childish and maybe it's because the wedding is so close that I'm acting like this.

Jack walked around me and pulled his shirt over his head. He changed from his jeans into sweatpants and started to get into bed. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked, settling my hands on my hips as I paced towards him. I stopped just short of the platform our bed sat on.

"Getting into bed?" He said slowly.

I pointed to the couch. "You're sleeping on the couch."

He cocked his head to the side and walked up to me. He narrowed his eyes and then ducked to wrap an arm around the backs of my knees and around my back. He lifted me up and it was pointless to fight. "And what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Jack didn't answer. He walked over to the couch, laid me down, and then lay down next to me. He pulled the cover from the back of the couch to cover us both. "Jack," I whispered.

"What?" He whispered back and I felt his breath faint on my lips.

"This is not what I meant."

His arm tightened around my waist and he pulled me closer against his chest. "I don't want to sleep without you."

I groaned again and gripped his chin in one hand. "Why can't I stay mad at you?"

"Because you love me too much."

I leaned in and kissed him slowly. "That I do."

His smile stretched against my lips. "I promise I'll do them first thing in the morning."

I smiled too. "I'm sorry about that. I'm just stressed about the wedding and I'm nervous too—"

"Nervous?"

I'm glad he couldn't see my cheeks turn red. "Aren't you?"

"No." He answered strongly, "I'm marrying my favorite person in the world. Why would I be nervous?"

A giggle escaped before I could stop it. "I'm only marrying you for the very cheesy compliments." I let my thumb skim over his bottom lip, "You're my favorite too. Well, you come in close with Gizmo."