Page 2 of Hiding From Laughter

It was me we were talking about and he’dclearly forgotten that part.

“I’m sorry I frustrated you. That wasn’t myintention.” Avoiding the situation we were currently in had been my goal butthat’d failed spectacularly. “Would you like to skip jar night and do somethingelse? You’re kind of stressed.”

Understatement of the year right there.

“Do you want a blow job? How about we goget ice cream?” For a guy who looked a bit like a lumberjack and a biker had ababy, he loved sweets, and ice cream was one of his favorite things. “I couldgo for some chocolate ice cream.”

Oh, he was weakening.

“You could come over and ask me if I’drecommend it.” Raising one eyebrow, I gave him a quick peck. “You were so cutewhen you first tried flirting with me.”

He’d been adorably awkward when he’d beentrying not to make me nervous, but what he hadn’t realized was that he was mywalking fantasy, and I’d nearly come just seeing him.

Finally chuckling, he shook his head andtried to glare at me again. “You are not going to get out of this conversationjust by looking cute.”

I was certainly going to try.

Wiggling on his lap, I cocked my head andpouted. “Don’t you want to pretend to go on our first date again?”

He snorted. “That was not our first dateand you know it.”

Ha.

“But you’re not going to distract me withthat argument either.” And he got me that time, finally glaring again. “Goodtry, though.”

“Thank you.” Sighing, I crashed into himand curled up so I could rest my head on his shoulder. “It’s been a lot of work.”

“I know.” Rubbing my back, he kissed myhead. “So let’s try a new way to handle the situation.”

I had to sigh dramatically again to makesure he knew I wasn’t happy withthe situation, but he just silentlychuckled, making his chest jerk. “If you insist.”

“I do.” Leaning back against the oversizedcouch, he continued to rub my back as he settled in for the duration. It washiswe’re not going anywhereposition and I knew I’d fucked up when wefound ourselves like that. “I think we’re going to try talking through theproblem this time.”

Yuck.

Talking sucked.

“If you think that’ll work, we can try it.”Closing my eyes, I pouted and sighed again, but he just ignored me.

He was really good at that when he wantedto be.

“I think it’s worth attempting, so tostart, you’re going to explain to me why you’ve been ignoring the jar.” When Ijust groaned, his chest jerked again. “Alright, simpler question. Do youunderstand that we both know you’ve been trying to avoid jar night when it’syour turn to pick?”

Okay, that was easier.

“Yeah, I need to work on being moresubtle.” It wasn’t my strong suit. “Stop laughing.”

He definitely wasn’t subtle either.

“Sorry.” He managed to control himself andkissed my head. “Let’s try this again.”

He hadn’t forgotten about it yet?

I was toast.

“Do you remember that you can safeword overany topic in the jar?” My nod confused him and he hummed, going still. “You’resure you remember that?”

I was driving him batshit.

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