Anger shook through me and rocked my frame.
Once Tom left, Brandy quickly following, I exploded. “What the fuck, Jack?!” I said, attempting to refrain from spitting.
He kept his eyes on the ground and mumbled something about Tom started it.
“Oh ya?” I whispered, and laughed bitterly. “Maybe I should end it,” I tuanted.
He shook his head and finally looked up at me. His face was beginning to puff up and..
“Ash..”
I sighed. “Please, please, don’t ever do that again.. Especially not with Tom. He’s definitely not worth it. I know it, you do too right?”
“Right,” he murmured, now stepping close to me. Our noses touched. “You know..”
He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Ugh, what now, my love?” I groaned teasingly.
“You are stunningly lovely when you’re pissed.” He chuckled.
I smiled and swatted his arm.
“Ow,” he complianed, “I’m already hurt, you poop!”
“Oh ya?” my arms wound around his warm body, “Would a kiss make it better?”
His lips pressed into mine as he pulled me even closer.