My Teddy

59

"I'm still mad at you. Even though your hands feel amazing."
I breath out, letting my head lean back as she starts rubbing along the lines of my 6-pack.

"That was my ex boyfriend, Michael."
She says quietly, ignoring my comment completely.

I slowly cover her hands with mine, staring absentmindedly at them in the mirror.

They look so damn small on my stomach.

"That much I gathered."
I grumble, my eyes fluttering closed.

She sighs, resting her chin on my shoulder.

"I love it when you hold me, you know."
I say quietly, not liking how upset she still looks.

I feel so huge in her arms.

"You should do it more often."
I add when she doesn't say anything.

"You stay trying to make me smile when I clearly don't want to."
She grumbles.

"I don't like seeing my girl looking so sad."

She takes a while to reply.
"You are mad at me for trying to touch you."
She clarifies, her voice hesitant.

My eyes open reluctantly.

"No, it's not so much that. It's hard to explain."
I grumble.

She makes a confused noise behind me.
"So. You don't want me to touch you."

I turn and smirk at her.

"Why, you want to?"
I ask, thoroughly enjoying the blush that appears.

"No. I mean-"

"I'm only messing around with you, baby. You don't have to. Seriously."
I cut her off, turing serious.

She moves from behind me.

I turn around, trying not to show how disappointed I am.
I wasn't lying, I love being in her arms.

"I just...I feel so bad."
She says quietly, her eyes searching mine.

I furrow my eyebrows.

"Uh. What now?"
I ask awkwardly.

I hate how she's always catching me off guard.
I'm supposed to be catching her off guard all the time, not the other way around.

"You look so stressed out and tired. And I just had to make it worse by making you upset. You probably feel all overwhelmed."

The bad thing about it is that she looks really regretful.

It's enough to make me almost melt.

Yuck.

Girly feelings.😓

"Baby, I don't even know what to say right now, I am just too touched."
I find myself saying.

"You are really willing to do something like that for me?"
I ask, just to make sure.

She looks on awkwardly.

"Well. Gabby said that stuff like that helps guys relax."
She says.

I roll my eyes.

"Of course. You go to her for advice."
I mutter.

Her cheeks turn even more red.

"What, you expect me to just know stuff like that?"
She asks, folding her arms.

I run a hand through my hair.

"Hm. How did she show you, huh? I mean, I'd only assume you asked her how to jerk a guy off."
I ask thoughtfully.

She holds her head up high.