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Okay, my interest is fuckin’ peaked now.
Still glaring at the ass, I ask, “What do you mean?”
Nik’s smiling face becomes thoughtful as he replies, “Nat isn’t the type to do anything half-assed. If she wants it, she wants it all. She might be happy with what you’re givin’ her right now, buddy, but sometime in the future, she’s gonna expect you to man up and bite the bullet. ”
What bullet?
Confused, I ask, “What bullet?”
It’s Nik’s turn to glare at me. He says, “Wake the fuck up and clue the fuck in. Marriage, Ghost. She’s gonna want it. Is that something you can offer her? Because if it’s not, I suggest you break it off right now. ”
Marriage? Fuck me.
Random thoughts swirl through my head.
I want to be with her. I don’t want anyone else to have her. If I put a ring on her finger, it would mean she’s all mine and will be for life. I suddenly wonder why the thought of marriage used to make me feel like I’d swallowed a pint of lead paint. I could do marriage with Nat.
Nik breaks me out of my thoughts. He quietly tells me, “She isn’t going to want someone who pushes her away when shit gets tough. She’s going to want a man who’ll talk to her, talk through issues and she’ll want to help with those issues. ” Leaning back again, he says, “Love you like a brother, man, but Nat’s like my sister, so if you break her heart, you leave me no choice but to break your nose. ” I look over at him and his lip twitches as he says, “Not that you’re dating her. Just saying. ”
Without another word, he winks at me, stands and leaves me sitting on the sofa with a hundred more questions than I had to begin with.
The question is, can I be the man Nat needs?
***
Walking into my apartment after a long day at work, I slip off my heels and yell out, “Honey, I’m home!” I’m a very 1950’s sitcom way.
No response.
My brow furrows.
That’s strange. Ash is normally here and waiting on me after the longer shifts I have. He must still be at home, which is fine because I need a shower real bad before I get some sweet, sweet lovin’. I stink.
Dropping my bag on the counter with a sigh, I walk into my bedroom and turn on the light. I squeak when I see Ash sitting on the edge of my bed, waiting for me. Clutching my chest, I chuckle and say, “Babe. Word of warning. No sneaky-ups on me. That’s the best way to get a concussion. ”
His elbows rest on his knees and he holds his fisted hands in front of his mouth. He looks deep in thought, so I figure I’ll leave him to it. I walk over to him, kiss his forehead and tell him, “I got to have me a shower. Your lady is a very stinky one today. ” Just as I walk away from him he says, “Nat, come back here. ”
Not turning, I utter, “In a second, babe. I really need that shower. ”
He says, “Nat. I’m leaving. ”
I walk into the bathroom to turn on the shower and reply, “Okay, I’ll be over in about fifteen. I just gotta-”
My body shakes in shock as he roars, “Sit. The fuck. Down. ” He yells so loudly that the veins in his neck bulge.
Placing my hand on my chest, I feel my heart race through my palm. I whisper, “Okay,” then move to sit on my bed. Something tells me this is not the time to argue so I don’t.
I know. I’m as shocked as you are.
Unease flows through me. Something’s not right.
Searching his face, my heart squeezes as I take in his cold expression. He says firmly, “This- this thing. It’s not good and it has to stop. ”
No. God, no.
Tingles hit the bridge of my nose and my eyes sting. I ask quietly, “What thing?”
He waves an arm out to me and mutters, “This you and me thing. I’m changing everything about myself for you and I don’t like it. So, no more. We said that when one of us wasn’t into it anymore, we’d call it quits and I’m not into it anymore. ”
