My Teddy

31

Brooklyn

"Baby girl, how come you haven't been talking to me? You mad? I'm lonely."

I roll my eyes, scowling.

"I'm not mad."

Teddy huffs, reaching for my hand.

"You are. Don't lie to me."

I stay silent.

He let me get the window seat (thankfully), so I turn and look out the window.

"Did I make you feel uncomfortable talking about-"

"No. Now leave me alone."

He bites his lip.

"I'll stop talking about it."
He offers, stroking the back of my hand.

"Really? Does that mean that you won't buy me any?"
I ask hopefully.

He scoffs.

"No, you're getting some. A whole rack if I can find one."

I groan, trying to jerk my hand away from him but he won't let me.

"Hey, do you not want to because you don't want to show me your body or because of something else?"
He asks.

I sink down in my chair.

"I don't know. I've never done anything like that. I don't-"

"But you trust me. You love me. You know I'll never hurt you or do anything to make you feel not respected or not special. I promise."
He says softly, his gentle eyes urging me to believe him.

I don't say anything.

What can I say?

Yes.

I hate his stupid big adorable eyes.

Fuck him.

"That's going to make me feel like...."

"A slut?"
He asks, frowning a little.

"No. Just not myself. It's a girl thing, you wouldn't understand."
I mumble, turning towards the window again.

He sighs, but doesn't say anything else about it.

Not for a while at least.

"How about this. I buy them and I'll show them to you. I won't ask you to wear them until you feel comfortable to show me yourself.....completely. How does that sound?"
He asks, leaning closer.

I frown.

"Yeah, okay."

He smiles.

"Good. Can I get a kiss then?"

I can't help but to smirk.

I haven't let him kiss me since he pulled that stunt the other day, kissing me in front of everyone.

I shake my head slowly.

He groans.

"Please baby? I miss how you taste. You taste so good."
He groans.

I blush furiously, sinking down lower in my seat as Jacob and Gabby snicker behind us.

Oh my God.

He just stares at me, clearly unaffected.

I glare.

"Fuck no."

His face falls.

"Geez, you're so mean to me. I already said I was sorry."
He huffs, yet still strokes the back of my hand.