Apprehensions

“No talking bad about me, no nudity and no one grabbing you.” I count each condition on my fingers to make clear my intentions about this whole madness. The newspapers already know about this damn photoshoot coverage occurring downtown. They knew about the location before me. But a deal is a deal, and I do what I said I would.

“They would never speak ill of you because I wouldn't let them. I agree about the nudity and no one will be grabbing me but you.” Hunter’s mocking smile is plastered on his beautiful face, but he keeps his eyes on the road ahead.

“Stop laughing,” I say, crossing my arms, sulking. “It's making me angrier.”

He laughs. “You look beautiful when you're sulking. It's new for me to see you like this.”

I look at him, and he's sincere. We have known each other for six months; we have only been official for two months at most. So, it probably is new for him to see me sulking since he doesn't live with me very much.

“I think you better get used to it. I tend to be like thi