Last night...last night was rough.
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I park the SVJ in the driveway, expecting the house to be empty. I was mad, after what I saw. After what I heard. Connor was trying to kill Moose. I was not letting that happen.
I come home, my face red, my fists balled up. Moose steps out of the kitchen, and steps in front of me. He was also very furious for some reason.
He pushes me to the couch. "Where have you been?? Out with Connor, I suppose?" he asks. His eyebrows furrow and his eyes look like they have fire in them.
"Why would you fucking think that?! I'm not in the mood, Moose. I just got fucking word that Connor is trying to kill you, and I'm trying to protect you. Is that something to be fucking mad at?" I ask.
He sits on the couch with me, and I try to get up, but he pulls me back into his chest. He starts to kiss my neck. I gasp, but just let it happen. Things get heated, and let's just say we ended up in my room.
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I wake up, sore as hell, Moose wasn't in the bed with me either.
"Moose?"
No answer.
Then I realize...
...did Connor get to him already?
Tears start to form in my eyes but Moose pops his head in the doorway. "You called?"
I wipe away my tears. "Hey, I'm really sore today..." I say.
He gets into bed immediately and cuddles me. My head on his chest. His arms around my waist. Cuddlez.
"Love you, baby," I say, forgetting all about Connor for now.
He just hums an "I love you too" and we both fall asleep. 💘
