Page 22 of Signed, I'm Yours!
“Have you seen his face? This man can never stop smiling.”
Well, he has a point there. That’s true. I’ve noticed that, and I’ve only known the guy for five minutes.
“Happy, huh?” I flick Jack’s cheek with a finger and smirk.
“Yeah, Happy. Why? Is that a problem?” He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t look pissed. More…intrigued.
“No, no problem, darling. No problem at all…Happy!” I make sure to pop my Ps and ruffle his hair, hoping I can rile him up, but if anything, he looks even happier.
A guava-esque scent reaches my nostrils, and in combination with his soft hair, it makes me catch my breath. A warm feeling grows from my hand, spreading down to my arm and the rest of my body.
It’s weird.
It’s nice.
It’s alien.
“You guys are cute together.”
I shake my head and turn to Bob.
“Why, thank you, Bob. You’re sweet to say that.”
Maybe I’ve misjudged this guy. Maybe he’s not that bad. Then again, he’s a SPAM and CREEP agent, so I reserve the right to change my mind about him.
“Have you shown your boyfriend around?” Bob asks.
“Fiancé!” I say. I don’t know why.
“Fiancé?” Bob’s eyes go wide, and he stares at his partner. “You got engaged, Happy? And didn’t tell me anything?”
Well, shit. Why did I say that? What is wrong with me? I didn’t even want to go along with the boyfriend bit in the first place, and now I contribute “fiancé.” What?
I’m gonna kill myself.
“Yeah, I…I don’t…” Jack mumbles.
Did signing him make him lose the ability to speak to anyone other than me?
“Come on, darling. Don’t be shy. Tell Bob here how you proposed to me.” I stroke his hair again.
And again, I have no idea why. But the more I touch him, the more I smell this guava shampoo bullshit, and all I can feel is my body on fire as if being licked clean by a porn star’s tongue.
“Yeah…um…I took him where we first met,” Jack manages, and phew, I didn’t break him.
“Oh yeah, tell him where we met, darling.” But I may have broken myself.
Why can’t I shut up?
Jack gives me his biggest smile yet before he turns to Bob.
“We met… He’s a friend of a friend, and they set us up on a blind date. They bugged me for ages that he’d be the perfect fit for me, but Seojun was reluctant to meet me.”
“I was?” I ask, and Jack glares at me for a very brief moment. “I mean, I was. I was, you know, scared of commitment, relationships, bleh.”
“But they managed to wear him down, so he went out with me, and the rest is history.” Jack doesn’t miss a beat.
Either he’s too good at lying, or my signing him has caused him to be one hell of a liar.
