That wasn’t really the answer I was looking for, but I could work with it.
“It’s just… you were so weirded out about Nixie watching you, and yet now you’re putting on a goddess show for her.”
V gasped, slamming her arms over her chest as she turned to look at Nixie, who just so happened to be looking right at us.
“Oh my god! Her poor little mind will be traumatised!”
She slid off me and pulled the covers around her, while I chuckled, and helped her tuck herself in against my side.
She leaned into me for a long moment, several minutes, maybe, while we just lay with each other, our bodies calm and cooling again.
“Bastard.”
I grinned, sliding my fingers through that soft hair of hers as she sighed against me.
“I like to think of myself as ‘cute’.”
She opened her mouth to argue, and then, before I could even try to silence her, she just relaxed again.
“I can agree to cute.”
Fuck yeah.
We fell asleep wrapped around each other like that, until Nixie woke us about an hour later, wanting a wee, and to sleep on the bed. I liked it like that. The two of us curled up in bed together, with our little dog sleeping beside us. Family. Something I’d longed for my entire fucking life.
Ever heard the expressionabout people waking up on the wrong side of the bed? I swear something was bugging V from the second she woke up, and I had no idea what it was.
“Babe, lemme go get us some coffee. You stay there.” Oh yeah, as in she wasn’t even out of the bed yet, and already cranky.
She was shaking her head at me, dragging her hands over her face with exhaustion.
“No. I’m supposed to be working this morning, and I’ll barely get there on time as it is.”
I felt like she was blaming me for that, but was I holding her here against her will all fucking night?
“So go then. Jesus, I’m not stopping you.”
She dragged herself from the bed, and started throwing her clothes on, muttering about how she had to get home and shower before work, because this place was a shithole, yada yada.
“Fuck’s sake, V! What’s your problem?!”
She paused with her jacket half on, glaring at me like I’d fucked up her life rather than giving her the ride of it.
“You wouldn’t understand, Rocket. I’m… I just need to get out of here.”
Whoa. I started throwing clothes on too, wincing as I caught bruises, and stretched parts of me that got overworked or injured in the fight.
“Get out of here? What, like it’s such a fucking hellhole? Or is it me? Is it me you want rid of?”
She chewed her lip, glancing at the door, as if she was planning to run. Fuck me. That was it. She was done with me. How the fuck did we go from that closeness last night to this?
“I don’t get it. What did I do wrong?” I already felt like I sounded like I was begging, and I hated that. She was scaring me. She was making me feel like I wasn’t good enough, and I didn’t need reminders of that. I already fucking knew it as a fact.
“Babe?”
V swallowed hard, zipping her jacket up, and tucking her hands in the pockets.
“I’m not saying anything is wrong. I’m just… this is… I literally just got out of a relationship, a long term one, that destroyed me when it ended. This is… we’re moving so fast, and I’m not-”
