(Mari POV)
"You know, your daddy says he's jogging but I've seen him run and I have a feeling he's lying and up to no good. What do you think?" I ask my swaddled two-week old pup while holding the bottle to his mouth. He looks up at me while drinking the milk. Yesterday was the first day he opened his bright blue eyes.
"Yeah, I think so too," I sigh as I stroke the top of his little head with one finger before going back to submitting my last final essay.
The door opens I look up to see Hamie, fresh from the shower with Fin. My cousin grabs his backpack and leaves before I can say anything and Jamie walks over to join me. But being petty, I ignore him.
"Hey baby, and other baby, Have you thought of a name yet?" He asks as he lays back on my bed. I continue to ignore him as I close my laptop angrily and take the empty bottle from the puppy's mouth. Uncovering him before letting him attempt to walk on a towel laid out on my bed.
"Mari?" He tries to put his arm on me but I shove him away, crossing my arms.
"Jogging huh?" I ask and he leans back against the window next to my bed, his hands on his lap.
"Yeah and?" he doesn't look at me, instead he continues to twiddle his thumbs.
"How long are you going to lie to me?" I ask, straight out and he looks down.
"Mari, what else could I possibly do in an hour with Finley?" he asks and I give him a look.
"Jesus Mari, no. No I'm not...no that's gross." He quickly says but that's not what I was thinking.
"You and your dirty mind," I flick his forehead and he turns to me.
"You're really cute when you're mad," He sighs as he grabs my waist.
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An American In London S3
Ficción GeneralAfter breaking up with the love of his life, One of the guys finds themselves alone and unable to go without. With broken relationships and broken people finding ways to fix themselves, this season will be the most delicate season yet as Marius, Fin...