Multiple Relationship Disorder
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Last published Wed, Feb 20, 2019
I looked at our intertwined hands with a small smile. I felt his chuckle rumbled through his chest. He leaned down and placed a kiss on my head. "Let me at least get a blanket, sweetheart." I nodded, shuffling to the side so he could stand up. He was about to stand up until he suddenly groaned and took his head into his hands. "Shit..." he mumbled as he rubbed his temples.
I placed a hand on his neck, running my fingers through the hair at his nape as I watched him with worried eyes. "Are you okay, babe?" I asked, pulling my hand away. "Stop. You know I hate it when you call me that." he snarled back, shocking me. His tone was very harsh and mean. His face turned stone hard and emotionless again. "What the heck? Why did I place this on my clothes?!" He growled, grabbing the bowl and almost throwing it at the table, standing up and dusting off nothing. I was baffled to say the least.
What is even happening right now?
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