Spin The Bottle In The Bedroom (On Hold)

9: Cold Feet Cured By Coldplay

"Okay," I sighed, sitting down on the floor. "Jake, we really need to talk about the wedding, the only thing that we really decided on is that we wanted it in the church."

"Yeah, and I love the one you picked," he says, still pressing the buttons on his Xbox One controller.

"Do you even know who your best man is?"

"Yeah, of course, Noah until he pisses me off-which- he will, and then Bruce. I told you that already."

"Okay," I sighed, lying down on the living room carpet and closing my eyes.

Jake and I didn't talk about what happened two days ago, I didn't want to bring it up, and I most certainly didn't feel like arguing about. He probably just got drunk and lost track of time.

I just wanted him to come home, that's all. Maybe I'm being a little needy but between his job, his friends, and his video games I feel like I have to compete for his attention.

I held my neck up and sat on my elbows when I heard him laugh. "What're you doing?" He asked, partly amused.

"I'm resting," I answer, and he finally shuts the game off.

"Can I "rest" with you? Or do you still need your alone time?" He added the last part sarcastically and I laughed.

"I think I'm over that whole alone thing," I said. He grinned then lied down next to me on the floor. "You wanna go to bed?" I asked sleepily, rubbing my eyes.

"Yeah, come on." He got up first then held his hand out to me to help me up. "I kinda owe you something first though," he grins happily, and I raise a brow.

"What?" I smiled excitedly, hopping to my feet.

"You know what." He says, rubbing his cold nose against mine. He kissed me twice, softly on my lips, then smiled down at me. "You want a ride?" He asked, and I nodded vigorously watching as he turned around, then I hopped on his waiting back.

"Don't run or I'll kill you!" I instructed, but it only made him laugh.

"You're getting a little heavy," he jokes, and I smack him playfully as we walk down the hall.

"If I'm getting fat it's from all the take-out that you bring in!" I argued, and we finally reached our bedroom.

"You're the one who likes to eat whole pizzas on your own, and Chinese every Sunday, AND nachos every night before bed." I rolled my eyes at him, then started to take of my clothes.

"I don't eat nachos every night before bed!" Jake snorted, pulling his shirt over his head in that way that boys do to make you swoon. "Sometimes, we don't even have it."

"Which," he started kicking off his shoes and pulling off his pants. "Is another fault of yours. You're in charge of all the grocery shopping." By the time he pulled his boxers off, I was already naked.

I just couldn't believe we were having a "dispute" whilst about to have sex. We really are weird. "I get lazy! So sue me!" I shouted, but it was cut short when he pressed his mouth against mine.

"We can talk about this in the morning," Jake says, pulling me onto the bed, and I nodded without saying anything.

~•~

"I made you breakfast," I said, tying the string on my white, lace robe.

"Thanks, but I'm late, my class is about to start." He rushes, and I actually laugh at the sight of him scurrying out the door. He didn't brush his hair, his tie was still loose around his neck, and he kept dropping the homework he stuffed into his briefcase. "Why didn't you wake me?" He asked, trying to close the latches.