Can u do 38 with jeff?🥺🥺
You were both laying on the bed, cuddling, his arm under your neck, your head resting on the crock of his shoulder, your palm on his chest, Finding Nemo playing on Jeff’s TV. You felt at peace.
So at peace that you almost didn’t notice Jeff relaxed breathing, you finally saw him, his hat a little lower than usual, covering a little his eyes closed.
He must’ve felt your body turning away because his eyes started to open. Disoriented.
“Is it over?” he mumbled, half asleep.
“What do you mean is it over?!”
“Oh” he rubbed his face, trying to fully come back to reality “Sorry babe, that shit’s boring as fuck”
You tried not to laugh at his bluntness.
“Sometimes I really don’t like you”
“What do you want me to do? Watch it? those fishes are stupid, the blue one gives me a headache”
“What are you talking about?” you rolled your eyes.
“The anarchy undertones” he looked disgusted “I don’t support that”
“I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies!” you said in disbelief.
“Let’s watch the Hunchback of Notre Dame and we’d be talking, what a touching story” he said “You have a man that’s judged by his looks, but he still has a good heart and he ends up with the cute girl, inspirational”
You raised your eyebrows.
“Instead you make me watch these two guys, swimming across the world? bullshit. It doesn’t make any sense. One of them has dementia. It’s fucked up!” you could see the vein on his neck pop a little, that was hot.
You laughed, “You are such a man-child”
