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shot thirty two : (sheriarty)

"I hate him so much!" Jim groaned as he snuggled farther into my shoulder still peering at the photo that he'd posted of us on his Instagram. Tanner had commented "I see you've got a boyfriend now. Does he know you're a slut?"

I ran my fingers through his hair again and shh-ed him. "Look just delete the comment and know that I don't believe him. Your ex-boyfriend is crazy. This isn't new. And he must've just followed you again because you've posted other pictures of us. Look, I love you, and this doesn't change my perspective of you. We've been dating twice as long as you guys did. I have to say that I know you better than he does, right?"

"Right," he answered and looked up at me, turning his phone off. I kissed his forehead, and he smiled. "God, I love you so much, Sherly," he said and kissed me full on the lips. I smiled against it and kissed back, our lips moving together.

"I love you too, darling," I responded after our tongues had an outing together and our hair was much messier than when we got into bed tonight.

Jim put his phone away and plugged it in. I did the same and then opened my arms. He snuggled into my chest and I could feel his negative energy.

I frowned. "Is there anything else? You're practically radiating bad vibes."

"Well, I mean, I guess."

"Tell me about it."

He nodded but stayed silent for a good thirty seconds before breathing in, biting his lip.

"He warned me about you."

"Your ex?"

He nodded. "He told me that I'd fall for you. He was right."

"That's not quite warning you of anything though, is it?" I frowned too. He looked up at me. "What else did he say?" I asked him. There just had to be more. The way little droplets collected in his eyes which glinted magically in the dim light. The way his trembling fingers wrapped around me lovingly. The way I held him back... There had to be something more there.

I swallowed. I knew what it was. "Please, Jim, just tell me."

"Guess. You'll get it right." His voice trembled. I'd only seen him cry a few times before. Most of the time, it was about me. He knew I knew.

I felt tears well up in my own eyes. He wasn't just a cold hearted psychopath. He wasn't at all. And in this moment I too realised that I did have feelings, I did have a heart.

In this moment, my chest flooded with a warm tingly feeling, and my stomach erupted with butterflies. He'd helped me, I thought. He'd healed me. He'd been there and now he was helping me.

I held him closer. I could never lose him. "I love you."

My voice had even quivered. I bit my lip. "I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you too. I'm in love with you," he whispered back. "What did he say, though. Please tell me."

I looked him in the eyes. You don't know?

Of course I know idiot, use your head. Tell me so that I don't have to say it.

Oh.

"He said that I'd break your heart."

He nodded, squeezing his eyes tightly.

"Well, I won't."

"You can't be sure of that. What's your ex's name anyway?"

He winced, looked up at me almost guiltily. "John. John Watson."