FREEDOM #WATTPRIDE

Cheater's Chess

(Johnny pov)

"Did you kiss him?"

His silence shocks me as he stands next to me with his arms crossed.

"MORE?! Ash! Come on!"

I cry out and he shakes his head

"Do you have no faith in your husband?"
He asks and I give him the look.

"Can you really blame me?"
"THAT WAS YEARS AGO!!!"
"But still..."
"BUT nothing asshole, I'm comited to you for life now. Sorry, you're stuck with me."

He sighs while we stand out on the terrace in the middle of the night. Over looking the NYC skyline.

"Besides...I'm a different man now," he pouts and I wrap my arms around him from behind. Gently resting my chin on his shoulder.

"Different man huh?" I ask and he groans while I intertwine my fingers with his.

"Welcome to the sap side my love,"

I whisper and gently kiss his cheek. He laughs and tries to shrug me off but I stay put. "Why did I marry you again?"

Ash laughs and finally escapes my clutches And turns to me.

"So you can put up with me for the rest of your life." I say and flick his forehead.

"God, why would I do that to myself," he says sarcastically and turns back to the city.

"You know why," I wanted him close to me but he wasn't feeling it so I'll let him be.

"I almost kissed him,"

He says and the words feel like a sharp dagger poking me in the heart.

"Why, am I not good enough at kissing?"
I ask, suddenly feeling insecure.

"Johnny, I never said that."

"Than why would you want to kiss another man,"

"I dunno. Maybe he's my soulmate." Ash rolls his eyes and smirks but the words hurt me more than I expected.

He looks over at me and suddenly gets serious when he sees my face, "Johnny I'm messing with you,"

I stay quiet and turn away from him. Looking into the bright city lights.

Maybe he's right.
Maybe he's not mine to keep after all.
Maybe he's not my soulmate.

"Jonathan."

Ashley calls my name in a stern manner but I keep my focus on the city below. 

"Stop being overly sensitive you idiot," 

He comes close and gives me a hard shove and I fall sideways, too tired to catch myself. I tumble onto the fake ass grass laying on my back. "What was that for!?" I yell and try to get up but he puts his foot on my chest pushing me back down.

 He takes off his work jacket and tosses it onto the ground next to me, then takes his foot off of me and gets down on one knee. With one leg in between mine, he aggressively grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me up. I prop myself up on my arms as we stare into each other's eyes. My heart starts to race as he finally kisses me. I swing my arms up holding him as I fall backward with him and continue taking all his hot and sexy apology kisses. Usually, I was on top but this was a nice change as I finally get to gently run my fingers through his hair and let him press down on me.  He pulls away just a little, his lips still just touching mine,

 "I love you," 

he whispers gently and it was so beautiful I honestly thought I was going to cry. It was the first time I didn't have to pry it out of him. 

"I love you too," 

I can feel his smile and he continues kissing me, "Mmm but you're mine, Do you understand that?" I growl and he laughs, 

"Well I took your stupid last name for show, not really to become a possession,"

"Shut up,"

 I pull him back, kissing him harder and more passionately than before. 

That strange tingling sensation that always appears when we touch only gets stronger and I know he feels it too.

The same feeling that came around the first time we kissed when we were 13.

The same feeling that worked its way into our drunk lustful make out session on prom night.

The same feeling that filled every void in my body when I confessed on that ice skating rink.

The same feeling when I kissed him on our wedding day.

The same feeling when I kissed him while holding our son Finley for the very first time.

There's only one person in the world who could make me feel like this.

And I could kiss him all night.