MacFarlane X Glory (2): Our Love Keeps Us Together

Chapter 29

"Someone come and, someone come and save my life. Could it be this misery will suffice?" Glory and I sang, as the song Sleeping Sickness ended.

"If anyone finds out that I listen to modern music, say that I live for it in a secret way." I told her.

"What do you mean by that?" She asked.

"This." I gave her the longest kiss that made her squeal.

"Sorry, I just love you so much right now." She said, unbuttoning my shirt.

"Let's do it upstairs before anyone says a thing." I reminded her.

"Get down on the floor and do it, I'm all in." She smiled.

"Are you on the pill?" I asked.

"Shut up and kiss me, stupid!" She took off her ponytail and headband. She handed me a condom.

"This is why I'm happy to celebrate our first February as an official couple." Glory whispered.

"And it's only 11:58 pm." I whispered back.

"We should get ourselves ready for the party." She giggled.

"A drinking party, right?" I guessed.

"More like a pillow fight!" She laughed.

"But we have to be super quiet about it." I reminded her.

"And only invite the best people in town." She smirked.

"Who?" I asked.

"You, me and confess a bear." She smiled.

"I put him on the attic. He kept haunting me in my sleep." I explained.

"I didn't hear any screaming." She looked confused.

"Well, it's true." I said.

"What made him scary?" She smiled.

"If I told you, do you swear to not tell anyone about it?" I reminded her.

"Solemnly swear." She nodded.

"He kept saying to me that if I don't take you somewhere in California, he would hot wire one of my cars to a building." I explained.

"That's freaky." She said, surprised.

"I thought he was kidding." I thought.

"Someone's jealous of us being together. " She sang.

"You're fucking hilarious after sex." I laughed.

"Shut up." She blushed, trying not to laugh.

"We go back if you know what I mean." I raised my eyebrows, seductively.

"A very far back." She cracked up.

"Way back to when the dinosaurs inhabited the world." I reminded her.

"And we became the Flintstones!" She exclaimed.

"Yabba dabba doo, bitch!" I said, in Fred's voice.

"You mean rock bitch." She said, failing at Wilma's voice.

"Play some music before I change my mind." I told her.

"Okay." She said, getting her phone out of the couch.

"What song do you want to hear?" She asked.

"Doesn't matter." I told her.

"Okay." She said, looking at her phone.