Jealous

Erica

"You want a salad?" I leaned into the living room an hour later to find Matt cuddled up on the couch with Zek. How I had gone from not being sure that I was going to let him back into my life to agreeing (non-verbally) to let him stay the night was a mystery to me.

"I'd love one. You want my help?" He glanced up and smiled.

He so belonged right there on my couch, in the middle of my living room. Much like he belonged in the center of my world. Scary enough, if I wasn't careful, that world would quickly come to rotate around him. That was never a good place to be, especially not with a 'runner' on my hands.

"No. You stay there. I'll get it." I worked to chop up a few things and made both of us big chef salads before setting the table and calling him over.

He moved up behind me and ran his hands over my shoulders and down my arms. "You still haven't accepted my apology."

"I'm trying to work through all of that." I stifled a moan as he leaned down and pressed his mouth to the side