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"Oh, you're already here," I said, closing the door behind me. "Yes, I got here a few minutes ago." He told me, getting up from the stool by the kitchen counter. "I didn't see any car lights; did you walk?"

"Yes, one of my friends dropped me off by the gate," I said... half-honest. "How did the game go? Did anyone cheat again?" I joked, making my way over to him.

"Not that I'm aware of; though, if Greg did, then that would mean that I would have to ask for a rematch to see if I deserved that... win." I congratulated him while placing an ecstatic peck on his soft lips, "Babe, that's great! I wish I could've been there." I gazed into his eyes while my hands pressed against his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "I know it was important to you."

"Don't worry about it. What's important to me is you, and you can make it up to me at dinner." He cupped my chin, compelling me with the endless depths of his eyes."You still wanna go? You just got home, and you're sweating. Aren't you tired?"

"I thought by now you would've known the answer to that, especially because of the four long hours that we had after my last..."

"Stop talking about that!" I placed my palm over his mouth as his hands slowly reached down my back and seized at my waist. "Mmm." He tried to talk, but my hands didn't move.

"Promise me you won't talk about that anymore. It's too embarrassing, plus I did it because I was horny." I lifted my other hand with my pinky pointing out, "So promise!"

"Mmm," He muffled disobediently between the creases of my fingers but interlocked with my pinky. And so I removed my hand. "I kinda liked that. You were fierce; it's hot." I regretted it but became intrigued.

"Only hot?" I inquired, shifting my hands to his crotch. "Uh, I could also add: sexy." I tightened, "and smart, funny, and the love of my life." He praised, covering my hand with his. "How about we stay here and make a rather sexy and exhilarating movie?"

"Tempting, but we are in desperate need of a rather proper conversation. So it's probably better to make that movie after." I advised, detaching towards the hallway. "Uh, I'm hard! You have to take responsibility."

"That seems like a personal issue." I entered the closet, "What restaurant do you want to go to?"

"I was able to make a reservation at work after only drinking one glass." I was scanning through clothes options. "One glass?"

"Yes, I told you, I would, and I don't lie to the person that I love. Unlike someone," His words attacked out of nowhere while he leaned against the wall outside the closet. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Who drove you home?" His tone was still composed, but there was an angry depth under it. How the hell did the conversation change to this? I thought we were good. "I told you that one of my friends did?"

"What, friend?" His voice slightly changed into a dangerous tone, while his eyes showed a glint of untrust. "Babe, can we not do this right now? I just wanna go out and have a decent dinner. Please, can you just let us have that?" I asked, walking towards him. But before I could touch him, he pulled away.

"I'm going to take a shower." That was the last word I heard from him before the shower turned on.

My heart was pounding against my chest while my breathing uncontrollably increased. I tried to calm down, but my teary eyes didn't add any aid. It felt like I was suffocating, like everything I do resulted in his disappointment. I slowly procured deep breaths, over and over, when the cold floor became apparent to my mind.

After most of the effects wore off, I managed to find an outfit and placed them onto the bed. I went on my phone on the couch until he finished showering.

"I'm done. Go take a shower, so we can make it on time." I couldn't tell if he was still angry or not.

I plugged in my phone, got up from the chair, and headed to the bathroom. It wasn't until the hot water hit my skin that I realized that my muscles were still tense. I shuddered, standing in the heat as the soap washed off. I would've stayed in there for hours if it wasn't for the water turning cold.

"We're gonna be late," He informed, knocking on the door. "I'm coming."

I reluctantly turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around my waist while making my way to the bedroom. I dressed swiftly and met my impatient boyfriend outside the room.

"Ready?" He asked. "Yes." There was a tone in my voice that I didn't recognize.

We made our way outside and into the car that he was driving. "I don't wanna fight with you." He finally let out. "Me neither." I gaze at him, but his face still gazed at the upcoming streets.

"Then why can't you just be honest with me." There was sadness in his voice. "Because I don't want you to get angry."

"Why would I get..." His eyes heated with realization. "You don't listen, do you?!" He shouted.

"I'm not your child, and you are certainly not my father!" I wasn't aware of how loud my voice was until he turned at me; even so, I couldn't stop the unspoken words from blurting out. "I understand that you're jealous of him for whatever reason that you still refuse to tell me, but you don't get to choose who I hang around or talk with."

"So it's like that," He commented. "Can you just stop being insecure for one second?! Why do you always come to some absurd judgment that I sleep or flirt with every guy that I see?!"

He remained silent and finally released what he's been wanting to say for who knows how long, "Do you honestly think I believe I'm the only one?"

"You're a fucking asshole. Stop the car! I want to get out."

"No. You wanted to talk, right? So let's talk. Let's talk about how you used to sleep with almost everyone at school."

"Why are you bringing that up? It was over five years ago before we were even together."

"After you told me that you liked me!"

"I was high that day; you know that, and you told me that you never had feelings for me. Did you expect me to keep running behind you like a dog?!"

"That's not what I'm saying."

"Gosh, it's so hard to please or even understand you sometimes! Do you even acknowledge what you did last night?"

"It was an accident; you know I didn't mean to."

"Which part? Didn't mean to get drunk after promising me that you would never again, or didn't mean to abuse me?"

"Isn't it a little overboard to call that abuse?"

"I tried to walk away from the argument two times, and you just kept pushing me back! I fell and hit my head! And you say it's overboard to call it: abuse? Do you even care about me?"

He pulled the car over, but before I could reach the handle, his palm gripped my hand.  "No, don't touch me." I failed at pulling away from his grip.

"You know that I love you more than life itself. It just hurts sometimes to even think about losing you, and that makes me crazy." Tears were streaming from his eyes, and my heart skipped a beat. "I keep on telling you that you will never lose me."

"I know; you tell me that almost every day. I just-I don't know. You have been the best part of my life since I can remember, and it hurts to have to share you with anyone else."

"I feel the same way, but I still let you hang around your friends without getting jealous or even suspicious; that's because I trust you, and I know I'm the only one in your heart."

"Believe me, baby. I do trust you." He pressed his other palm against my cheek. "Then, stop trying to be my parent... and, just be my boyfriend, cause that's who I fell deeply and forever in love with."

"I told you to have faith in me drinking only one glass, and even though it was rocky, you still did. So I'm asking you to also have faith in me."

"Mason, I have always had faith in you, and nothing you do will ever change that."

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