Baewatch - Xavier Neal Page 0,60
was like seven years ago and his response was the verbal equivalent to the way Jack Sparrow runs away in the Pirates of the Caribbean. Needless to say, we ended our relationship very quickly after that and my willingness to admit the sentiment sank like a ship that had endured unsustainable cannon fire. I’ve pretty much been in love with Ax since the pineapple festival, just hadn’t planned on letting him in on it…ever? Maybe not ever, ever, but…at least not for another few months. At least not until I was sure it wouldn’t be followed by some trite speech about moving too fast and how maybe we should set sail our separate ways. I damn sure never pictured us spewing the shared set of feelings at the beginning of what I’m imagining is about to be a typhoon of a talk.
Ax is first to wade through our sentimental seas to the deeper channels. “I understand that, Brooklyn, but I would appreciate the chance to apologize and explain my uncharacteristic behavior like a man not afraid to own his mistakes instead of moping to your voicemail like a high school sophomore having his first real fight with his girlfriend.”
The weight of my poor choice of action plops itself firmly on my shoulders.
“You have every right to be pissed about what happened.” He scoots to the edge of the sectional he’s sitting on. “And I know couples fight. That we’re gonna fight as a couple. That that’s shit that happens. That there’s no getting around occasionally splashing each other. I can accept that. I can learn to deal and manage those waves, but what I can’t and won’t deal with is your childish choice in ignoring me as some sort of punishment, like a petulant brat who can’t be bothered to just communicate how she’s feeling.”
“Did you call me a petulant brat?”
“No.” He hastily shakes his head. “No. I said…I said like a petulant brat. Not that you are one.”
“There’s not a big difference between the shit you actually said and the shit you think you said right now.”
A cringe of discomfort crosses his face.
“Maybe ignoring your visits and your phone calls and your texts weren’t the most mature choice for dealing with my humiliation, Ax, but it’s not like I have a fucking manual or can do a Google search on how to handle heartache over my boyfriend unexpectedly downgrading our relationship to his ex-girlfriend in front of my face like two hours after I let him put a toe somewhere I never thought I would!”
The memory of his freshly cleaned toe piercing my pussy appears to pop back into his mind by the way his lips purse together in a whimper.
Enjoyed it way more than I could have ever fathomed.
It was like better than a finger, but not necessarily as amazing as his tongue.
An annoying low hum commences in my ear, and I let out a heavy sigh of frustration.
Talk about the last thing I need right now.
Instead of retorting to my statement, Ax stands, crosses the room, and cracks the patio doors open. On his way back to his seat, he hits the switch that starts the fan, creating more confusion over his actions.
“This is a stressful situation,” he calmly states at the same time he sits back down. “When you get too stressed out, your tinnitus tends to act up, and articles I’ve read have said sometimes white noise can help.”
The explanation tumbles my jaw to my lap.
“And, I know it’s flared because your toes…toes I hate not having been near for the past few days, are flexing in your flip flops, trying to alleviate the tension.”
I’m not even given the chance to respond.
“Toes that have had a pedicure and polish change since I’ve seen them last.”
His observation prompts me to blush.
“Tell me that wasn’t done as punishment.”
“Not…entirely…” I quietly argue.
Ax’s head immediately cocks to one side.
“I hadn’t seen Grandmother in a hot summer minute, so I picked her up yesterday morning before my shift and took her to get breakfast, which somehow led to a foot pampering session. I ended up going into work late and staying so late that I slept at the office instead of going home and coming right back a couple hours later.”
“I hate when you do that.”
His scolding is sweet and appreciated.
“It’s only the second time I’ve done it since I’ve been spending almost every night here.”
“Which is where you should be. Which is where you should always be…” Ax’s proclamation