Arranged marriage

Crazy

            "Ugh! That's it! I'm done!" I fell on the couch face landing in the cushion.

             "I'm here!" The door swing open revealing Jay. "Jeez, did you rob a bookstore, or something?"

             "That'd be much easier than this! AND more fun!" I looked up from my fortress of softness. "The fuck happened to you?" His whole outfit was soaked.

           "Don't ask." He mumbled looking down at himself.

            I got up and touched his shoulder and hair. "Dude! The water is freezing! You'll get sick." I took off his coat, shirt, and tie before nodding towards the shower.

            "Aww. My baby is scared her husband will get sick." He pinched my cheek kissing me with his cold lips.

            "So what? Move it." Pushing him into the bathroom I threw him a towel and closed the door.

             "Wanna join?" He chuckled opening the door.

              "Sure." I shrugged and stared back at his shocked face. His cheeks were getting redder by the second. Quickly snapping a picture I exploded with laughter. "Your face!"

             "Fuck..." He mumbled bringing his hand to his face.

               "It's okay, babe, I don't love you any less when you look like a tomato vomited on your face." He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I'm serious. You look cute all red."

            "Thanks." He sarcastically says going back into the bathroom.

              "No problem." Once I got back to the couch I grabbed the remote going into YouTube. Picking up my phone I smiled looking at the picture I just took. He's so cute. Without thinking my finger went right to the set wallpaper option on my phone.

             Scrolling through YouTube made my boredom grow with every passing video. Music. Typing in the search-bar the first song that comes into my mind.

            The beat and eventually the voice of the singer seems to sooth my neves. Just as I was about to drift off Jay came out the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. His chest was on full display- I'm not complaining. "Hey." He scratched the back of his head while the drops of water trickled off his hair.

          Something is off.

            "Look...Jay." Just get it off your chest and you'll be fine. "I know I run away from you...like a lot," Without waiting for his response I continue. "The truth is, I'm scared to get close to you. Touch you, smell you, breath you in...to love you."

          He walked over to me and grabs my hand making me stand up. "I-I don't wanna hurt you. I don't trust myself around you cause the truth is that, the thought of losing you drives me mad! But, if you keep picking up my pieces I'm afraid you'd get cut." Saying all that felt like a horse had just been lifted off my back.

         "You really are special, aren't you?" He mumbles with a smirk. "Don't worry, babe. I won't be going anywhere any time soon, even if you want me to."

         "I'd never want that." I told him barely above a whisper.

"I'll hold that against you." Placing his index under my chin he kissed my neck and traced my lips with his finger. The phone rang and with a grunt he answered.

            "Hello?" I sat back down trying to mask the smile on my face. "Yes." He rubbed his palm on his face as if he's in distress. "Understood." Annoyed he hung up.