Faithfully
New York was just the way I left it, and I was still the same guy that loved everything about it. I felt like she really got to see me, back where I was comfortable. I think I was leaning towards staying in LA more than ever. I just wanted to put our relationship first. I couldn’t imagine going months and weeks with out seeing her at this point, you know? There was so much we could do together. It’d be tricky—like, I’d got asked to audition for a really interesting show, but I wasn’t going to make any commitments and end up burning bridges. I just had to remind myself that the opportunities wouldn’t go away.
Thank god we got to go to the Tony’s together, though. Between the performance and the winners having their moment, and talking to people I knew and also really admired, we had an amazing time. It was a long night, so I assumed that was why we went to bed early when we got home, but even after having been back in LA for a over a week, we didn’t have sex again. I hated dwelling on it, but I thought it was… weird. Besides, I wanted to be intimate with her. But she seemed fine. Like, I couldn’t figure out why we might’ve hit pause again. We could talk about it.
She obviously didn’t believe me, but it was just more reason to prove her wrong even though she was totally right. “Oh really? I asked slyly at her answer. “Sounds like that top is coming off.” I raised my eyebrows like it was a fact. Yeah, I had to get a win this round.
I sat straight up with renewed determination and told her she could take the first move. Biting back a grin, I followed up and then we went back and forth and I actually had a leg up on her at some point. Licking my lips in concentration, I set myself well before my last move before dropping in the fourth token in a row. “Game.”
There was no way he was going to win, he’d only ever beat me like a handful of times and we’d played a bunch. Rolling my eyes more exaggeratedly this time, I shook my head and scoffed. I should have told him he’d have to take his top off when he lost to me, but I’d make up for it. I was going to keep on winning after all.
He was so insanely adorable when he was deep in concentration, but I needed to stay vigilant. Stop staring, Jayma. Focusing my eyes on the board, I really thought I had it in the bag… until he dropped his piece and got four in a row. Oh, shit. I was embarrassed that I didn’t even realize he had a leg up on me, but thankfully I decided to keep my bra on when I got home earlier. After sighing dramatically, I tugged my shirt off over my head and tossed it at him. At least I knew now he’d be too distracted to win again.
I loved the competitive side of her just because she was cute when she got beat. And now she was topless, so… cracking up when she tossed her top at me, I leaned back as I caught it and smiled boyishly across at her. Her boobs looked good in that bra.
“It’s a strip party,” I playfully woo’d as I took my shirt off too because this was a partnership and all. Taking her shirt, I put it on top of my head like a bandana and slid the bottom kick open. “One more round. You can redeem yourself,” I offered teasingly being the good boyfriend I was. I basically used whatever brain power I had left.
I couldn’t even pretend to be mad or annoyed at him, especially after he cracked up. Ugh, he made my heart do all sorts of funny things. Blushing a bit under his gaze, I resisted the urge to cover up with my arms and straightened my back. I definitely needed to win this round and regain some dignity. Too bad I forgot about that the second he whooped and took his shirt off, too. He looked ridiculous with my shirt on his head, but it made me crack up. He was a dork, but he was my dork.
Chuckling quietly, I nodded and divided our tokens before letting him go first. I liked going second better, actually. I was completely focused on the task at hand, and I blocked every single one of his moves. Neither of us could win this round, actually, so we reset it and went again, and thank god I beat him this time around. No way I could handle losing to him twice in a row.
I would’ve done anything to make her laugh, especially when she got all shy on me for reasons I didn’t understand ‘til this day, including being a weirdo and putting her clothes on my head. Proud of myself, I scrunched my face up and helped her get set up all over again.
I was locked in, sorta… okay, I was more distracted than usual. It wasn’t an excuse, though, she was just better than me at Connect Four. Cleaning up after that round, I smiled to myself and peered up at her with a chuckle. “It’s kind of hot when you beat me.”
He’d seen me naked God knows how many times, and I knew how much he loved my boobs for whatever reason, but I still felt shy sometimes. It was a work in progress though. But man, I loved it when he did weird things just to make me laugh. It was one of, like, a hundred thousands things I loved so much about him. I hoped I made him feel even just half as giddy as he made me feel.
Raising an eyebrow after he told me that, I absentmindedly spun a token and chuckled too. “Oh yeah? What’s that about?” Not that I was complaining about him thinking that I was hot, but that was a random reason. “Unless it’s just because I’m still topless.” That would make a lot of sense too.
I honestly hadn’t seen her naked enough if you asked me, but it hadn’t gotten old at all. I was still in awe of her in so many ways, though, so it checked out. I took the shirt off of my head and tossed it back at her on case she wanted to cover up and sat up on my knees.
“I like your confidence. And that I’m not the cocky one for once.” She was a total boss sometimes and I was into it. Putting the board back in the box, I peered up at her with a chuckle. That too. “I mean, ever better, but…” I replied cheekily at her guess and raised an eyebrow.
I knew I didn’t have any reason to feel self-conscious around him, so I tried not to be. It was easy to forget about it once I got into the game, anyway. Catching my shirt, I tossed it onto the couch behind me and grinned cheekily. I mean, what was the point in putting it back on if he was only going to take it off me soon?
Giggling at his answer, I playfully brushed my shoulders off and winked at him. I wouldn’t call myself cocky when it came to Connect Four… okay, maybe I would. Good to know he liked it when I got all cocky on him, though. “You should see me play Uno, then.”