I wake up with my body lying over his body, my hand over his face, the back on my head against his torso. I remove my hand from his face and turn over to the left side of my body and I feel his body moving with mine, his arm going underneath me and his other going around, hugging me, his asleep but he doesn’t want to let me go. I feel his body tightly against my back, his head behind mine and I hear him nuzzling my hair. I run my fingertips against his arm and wait for a reaction but nothing. I place my hands on his hands and slowly part them from my body but before I get his arms off my body, his hugging me even more tightly than before.
“Where are you going?” he mumbles softly because his more asleep than awake.
“I need to use the loo, if you don’t mind?” I reply, annoyed.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He says kissing me in the neck before he lets go of me.
I walk to the bathroom through the doorway near to my side of the bed and use the toilet. As I urinate it feels like more than just my urine is being released from my body, it’s quite odd. I finish off in the bathroom and exit on the opposite side, when I enter the bedroom; I’m on the right hand side of the bed. I see Damon sleeping so peacefully and it brings a smile to my face to see him as innocent as he is when his asleep. Often when I’m mad at him I think of killing him in his sleep but then I see him and realise if I ever did, I would never forgive myself for hurting such an innocent soul. I walk out the room softly, to not wake him, I wonder down the passage, down the stairs and walk to the kitchen. On the kitchen counter I notice the red light of my Blackberry flashing and I notice Damon’s iPhone next to mine. I reach for my phone and stop myself from grabbing his and reading his messages. Then it hits me that he might have put his phone next to mine as a test. I check my phone as I walk to the fridge to get a bottle of water. I put the phone down as I open the fridge; I stare inside and decide on what I want to eat because it feels like I have the munchies, I’m so hungry. I grab grapes, a peach and a green apple out as my head comes to the conclusion of making a fruit salad, finally I grab a bottle of water out and shut the fridge door.
“What are you doing up?” a dark voice creeps up behind me, half asleep but extremely angry kind of voice, it startles me and I drop the bottle of water. I turn around to see Damon staring at me.
“What are you doing up?” I respond.
“I asked you first.”
“I just woke up and I was thirsty, so I came to get me water, then when I got to the fridge I realised I was actually very hungry, so I’m making me fruit salad, you want some?”
“Yes, I would love some, as long as you make it.”
I giggle and resume my process of making fruit salad. I gather more fruit from the fridge and see Damon busy on his phone, which I find quite out of the ordinary because he usual watches me. We don’t talk but in the corner of my eye, I watch him and I see him smile at his phone like a child with a new toy. My mind wonders off again and I think of him receiving texts from his new floozy, telling him about how much she wants him and sending pictures of her naked to him. He looks up at me and he has the same grin on his face that he always does when he wants more than just a kiss. He locks eyes with me and bites his lip, he narrows his eyes and drops his gaze down me and then up again. I swallow because I know what he is thinking and it’s exactly what I want. I divide the salad for the both of us and add chocolate ice-cream into two bowls. I place one bowl before him and a spoon and I place mine next to his. I take a seat on the bar stool next to his.
“Eat up.” he says, placing his phone down and placing his right hand on my left thigh, sinking his fingertips into my inner thigh, causing me to breathe heavy.
“Yes, I will, stop worrying.”
“I have to worry.”
“Is that why you up?”
“Eat, please.”
I roll my eyes and eat, because I’m hungry and it feels like I haven’t eaten in days. He watches me and keeps checking my bowl, to make sure I eat everything.
“I ate everything, so now you can stop watching me.”
“I like watching you.”
“Why are you even up? When I left the room you were asleep then suddenly you were here, freaking me out as usual.”
“Do I really freak you out?”
“When you creep up on me at five in the morning, yes you do.”
“I thought you left.”
“What?”
“I thought you left me while I was asleep, so when I noticed you didn’t come back to bed, I checked the closet and saw your suitcase was still there. So I figured you got the munchies because well, look at you, you have to be hungry to look like that.”
“How kind of you to say.”
“It’s the truth.”
“Thank you then, how terribly kind of you!” I say, raising my voice.
“Don’t raise your voice at me.”
“What you going to do? Spank me?”
“Perhaps but I’m sure you will enjoy that too much.”
“It’s too early to fight again; I’m not doing this right now.”
I grab our bowls and place them in the kitchen sink. He follows me and creeps up behind me.
“What do you want to then my dear wife?”
“I want you to tell me, who you were texting not long ago.”
“I was texting my P.A. to tell her that she needs to cancel all my morning meetings because I’m going to be late.”
“Why were you smiling at your phone?”
“Why do you watch everything I do? Don’t you trust me?”
“Is that why you watch my every move, because you don’t trust me?”
“No, I watch you because I like watching you, because often I find it hard to take my eyes off you.”
He says he can’t take his eyes off me, I feel myself grin as he says it, but I don’t want to smile at him, I want him to see me angry and serious, because I want to know the truth, I take a deep breath continue my questioning.
“Why were you smiling at your phone?”
“Who is planting this crap into your head? You never used to doubt me, now that’s the only thing you do!”
“Nobody is planting anything into my head! I’m basing this on the way you have been acting lately and the things you do.”
“Well, I’m done answering your questions!”
“Do you have something to hide?”
“Stop.” I hear the anger in his voice returning.
“Why should I listen to you?”
“Because YOU. ARE. MINE.” He says putting emphasises on each word.
“I’m not yours! I’m not some piece of damn property. You don’t own me!”
