“What?” I snapped. I was currently stuck in my oversized cuddle chair, a blanket settled around me as some movie played on the television in front of me. The sound was on way low because I’d suddenly developed a headache that I could not seem to shake. Jekyll was in my kitchen making dinner, but I wasn’t hungry.
“You want fries?”
“No.”
“You sure? I’m making ’em fresh,” he said.
“When I say I don’t want something, Hyde, I mean I don’t want it,” I growled.
He frowned, setting the knife down and sliding out from behind my kitchen island, walking my way. “You in pain?” he asked, hunkering down in front of me.
“I’m always in pain,” I said pathetically.
“Talk to me.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I like my alone time.”
“Yep, I’m aware.”
“Have I had any alone time in the last million years?” I challenged.
“Nope.”
“Exactly.”
“And you know why you can’t be alone, so what’s the problem?” he asked.
“I have stated the problem. And, yes, I know I can’t be alone, but it pisses me off, and I’m feeling my feelings because of that,” I huffed out, pulling my blanket closer.
He smiled gently. “You need me to solve any of this, or do you just want to be mad?”
“I just want to be mad.”
“You wanna be mad while eating fresh fries, or do you wanna be mad and just eat steak?”
I narrowed my eyes. “I want to be mad and eat fries.”
“That’s what I thought,” he retorted, standing, but leaning down to kiss me gently. “This’ll all be over soon, GoGo.”
“This’ll all be over soon, GoGo,”I mimicked, and Jekyll grinned at me over his shoulder.
“You’re cute when you’re bein’ ornery.”
“You’re cute when you’re bein’ ornery.”I may have sassed him, but I could not stop a smile at his laugh.
He was proving he was good at joking me out of a bad mood, and I was finding I liked it when he did it.
I was a naturally happy person, and hated being blue, so avoided it at all costs. But when I was down, I tended to spiral, so finding someone who could manage that side of me was kind of surprising. Even Bellamy gave me a wide berth once a month.
But Jekyll was with me through all of it, and he didn’t seem to want to be anywhere else. It was nice. It was also scary.
Particularly because I was falling in love with him.
Fast.
Jekyll brought me a pain pill, pulling me from my thoughts and set it on the table beside me. “After you’ve put some food in your stomach,” he ordered.
“Okay, honey, thanks.”
