Young Retribution

XXII

Nasiim22 you wanted to know what their past relationship was like. Here it is :D.

When something traumatic happens, something that changes a person completely, enough to almost turn them into someone completely different, the brain will protect itself. It will take that memory from the moment it started, and push it into the vault in hopes that it will never have to experience it again. It's the kind of memory that will tear the person apart, down to their very core, and leave them nothing more than an empty shell.

The brain will protect itself. It has to protect itself.

He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me to his side. Grinning, he placed a kiss on my cheek, "So how did you enjoy the movie?"

"It was pretty good. Dominick Genovese, has anyone ever told you that you have quite the taste in movies?"

"Well it probably helps that I got lucky enough to find someone who actually enjoys the same things that I do. The comedy I get, who doesn't like to laugh, but you don't find too many women who actually love to watch nitty-gritty action films."

"I think the more impressive thing is that you actually admit to being into chick flicks."

"I love, love. I love movies about love. I love you."

"Well I love that you love me, and of course, I love you too." I smiled as he leaned down and kissed me on the lips.

"I'm glad you feel that way. Might be a little weird loving someone who doesn't love, love you back."

"But I don't love, love you. I love, love, kind of love, you."

"Kind of?" He chuckled, "Well do you think that 'kind of love' deserves the ice cream I planned on getting?"

I stopped and stared at him, my mouth open just slightly. He gave me a raised eyebrow and then took a step back creating a space between us, "Well I mean...ice cream is only for those who love, love... love."

"How dare you threaten me with ice cream. Especially when you know how much I love ice cream."

"Do you love it, or do you kind of love it?"

"Well do you love the couch, or kind of love it."

"Oh, and now you are threatening me with my own couch?"

"Well sexy boyfriends who threaten their amazing, beautiful girlfriends with ice cream, get threatened with being forced to sleep on the couch."

"You know I would take that threat to heart," he grabbed my wrist and pulled me against him, "Really I would...But you and I both know that sleeping alone, when I'm simply on the other side of a door, is next to impossible for you."

"Oh really now," I chuckled as I tilted my head up, "You really don't think that I could sleep alone with you that close?"

"You love me, Caliana. You really, really love me. I'm the man you're going to marry. The man who's going to become the father of your children." He leaned down slowly and kissed me on the lips, "So yes. You wouldn't be able to resist the urge to climb on top of me while I'm vulnerably sleeping alone on my couch, and take advantage of me."

"Take advantage...of you...now, please tell me how that is possible."

"What, do you really think that I just want to always have sex with you? That you prancing around in front of me in nothing more than a lacy thong and knee high socks really just completely, fully, one hundred percent pleases me?"