From Tokyo With Love - A Norman Reedus Fanfic Romance

Chapter 40 - Doofus

OLLIE

"Pikhoved"  I breathe out.

Yes....I think Norman's ex and I might have a lot in common. I really hope I'll get to meet her soon....so I can ask her.

How in the hell she managed to put up with him for so long?

I kept my mouth shut throughout his retelling of events from all those years ago. Events that've kept us apart for so long.

Events that I have to admit, we both  played a huge part in creating.

I'd also, surreptitiously....move my hands until they wedge themselves under my butt. It's the only thing I can think of doing.

To stop myself from giving him a fat lip to match the black eye.

It appears I've suddenly become hell-bent on dishing out physical violence over the last few days, huh?

Ok....so you can't get to know a person inside and out in a little under two weeks. Even if you stayed with them every single second. It's just an impossibility.

And my faults? Oooow, you betcha I have them....in absolute bucket loads.

I'm a bit of a smart ass and my mouth sometimes gets me into a lot of trouble. And then that trouble usually leads to the sudden appearance of my temper.

Mind you, it's a temper that doesn't usually result in me punching someone's lights out. Except for when a Pikhoved  is involved.

So, the aftermath of my temper and a lot of other things usually brings on the massive guilt trips. But I don't know if guilt can actually be considered a fault?

And Norman? His faults?

Being a bit of a will o' the wisp. Spontaneous and making decisions at the drop of a hat without even thinking them through? That can be a good thing sometimes.

Sometimes....

But sometimes doesn't include Q&A's regarding personal stuff in front of a huge audience. Or posts on Instagram to a few million fans.

Sometimes doesn't include digging his heels in like a stubborn mule. Obstinate, pig-headed....and so fucking male!

She hasn't rung me....so I won't contact her!

WTF was he thinking?  That was one mutha of a decision and one mutha of a fault!

Oh, Jeez. Get your hand off it, Ollie!

Stop being such a holier-than-thou hypocrite, will you?

"What the fuck did you do that for, Ollie?"  Norman grabbed my hand in shock.

The hand that'd whipped itself out from under my bum and then whacked itself across my face.

"Sorry....sorry. I'm not usually so free and easy with the bitch slaps. Just needed a little reminder is all"  I give him a small sheepish smile.

"Reminder of what, for crying out loud?"

"That I was just like you...."  I whisper.

His hand began stroking the sting away from my cheek. Calloused fingertips skimmed closer to my lips with every downward movement. Gathering up the confidence to caress them too?

STREWTH, WOMAN!

Next time you feel like giving yourself a spank? How about you aim for your backside....or your chest....thighs....