CHAPTER591
I agree. I nod at him and curl up so that my forehead is tucked under his chin and all I can hear is the steady soothing beat of his heart. I will work on him later. Right now, I want to get some food, sex, and sleep. In that order. I feel nauseous again and I think jet lag is catching up with me. I don’t have the energy for anything emotional right now.
“I’m hungry.” I press my nose to his chest and give him a little nudge that means ‘feed me please’ and he visibly relaxes.
“Janetta left us some food in the refrigerator, we just need to heat up. I’ll go do it and you can pick out a movie and get comfy. Maybe we need to start being the old us and concentrate on getting the hell out of here again.”
“I am all for that idea. Maybe you’re not so dumb after all” I giggle when he dives for a quick tickle and squeal when he ends up straddling me instead.
“If I was that dumb then I wouldn’t have had the sense to propose to just about the most perfect girl on the planet.”
“Just about???” I point out in mock outrage and he shakes his head at me.
“Perfect to a fault… Of which you do have some.” He laughs when I use the fluffy throw cushion to try and hit him in the face, but he deflects it and pins my hands to the pillows beside my head. Cages me in and then seems to take a moment to think about something while looking me up and down. That wicked glint in his eye appearing, on whatever thought is running through that head immediately makes my smile evaporate. I know that look.
As soon as my hands get pulled and tucked under his knees to hold me down, I start squirming and squealing like a wounded kitty. The inevitable is coming and I start trying to buck his dead weight off me crazily. Panic mode initiated. Arrick is in devil mode and Sophie is his helpless victim.
“Don’t you dare… ARRY, I swear to god, if you typewriter me…”
I am rendered voiceless by the tickling assault of his age-old typewriter maneuver and immediately start choking on my inability to breathe through a laughing fit. He’s grinning like a moron and loving the fact that even now, I still hate this damn thing he does to me.
“What were you saying? I can’t hear you.” Arry winks and goes for round two of the assault on my chest, pretending to type on imaginary keys while tickling me half to death. I can’t evade him, I can’t breathe, and I know the only way he will stop is if I give up fighting.
“I. Hate… You.” I cough, tears prickling my eyes and try for an evil glare when he pushes my face to the side with a loud “Ping” noise. He all but kills himself laughing in the look I give him right after.
Sophie is not impressed.
He is so not funny!
I hate when he does this to me; the five-year-old asshole.
“Perfect for me then.” He lets me loose, catching my hands fast when I make a play to slap him and pins them back down beside my head, so he can scoop low and nuzzle me seductively. He makes to nibble my lip and catches it in his mouth with a quick weird sucking motion.
“You’re still lame.” I bite on my lip to pull it out of his teeth and suppress the chuckling fit bubbling inside of me, fueled by the sheer happiness that we really are okay. Even if I am hating on him for what he just did. This is more like the us that I know and love. It’s like the past year has floated away on the breeze.
“Like I said. Perfect.” He swoops in fast and kisses me much more passionately and I immediately rethink the order of things I maybe want right now.
***
“I’m nervous.” I call out to Arry, while trying to calm my hands from trembling, taking deep breaths. Standing in my room getting ready, while Arry is in the bathroom styling his hair. I feel sick again, ever since I got up it’s been bad, and the dizziness I’m having with it is knocking me off kilter. I know it’s nerves, but I can’t shake it.
“Don’t be… We are walking out of there with your graduation secured, your record untainted by any possible backlash and hopefully an agreement that today will be the last time you step foot in there. I want that bastard punished. If that’s really what you want, Sophs?” He wanders through, looking sexily smart in his suit and tie and immaculately groomed self. He’s all Mr. Carrero. business mode this morning, even wearing a tie for this, even though he hates them.
“I want this to be over.” I smile at him from my reflection, attempting brave and thank my lucky stars that he will be standing right beside me through this. I don’t know what I would do without him."
