She threw her arms up in exasperation. “Oh my fucking God, it’s not about the money!”
This conversation was taking a swift and heated detour, and I stayed where I was, not wanting to anger her further. In fact, I’d never seen her so angry. Her eyes were changing from turquoise to a deep mossy green, making the golden flecks burn brightwith rage, although the anger was probably a good thing right now.
It was also fuck hot.
I knew I shouldn’t find this arousing, but in my defense, I hadn’t seen her in five days and…
Oh my god, make-up sex.
We were having our first argument.
Sort of.
Shut up and focus.
I really needed my dick to calm down and stop filling my brain with wildly inappropriately timed thoughts.
But oh my God, the make-up sex.
“Why are you smiling?”
I snapped out of my daydream to find her glaring at me.
Fuck.
I blinked, like a rabbit in headlights, trying to come up with something.Anything. However, my mind was blank except for thoughts of hot, sweaty, make-up sex.
“No, please, tell me what’s so funny right now.”
“Nothing, sweetheart, nothing is funny.”
I could see Jupiter frowning at me, probably wondering what the fuck was going on in my pea-brained head. I was wondering myself.
“Why are you smiling, Drew? Tell me,” she seethed. She was actually quite scary.
I eased my fingers over the tension in my brows.
How to word this.
“Um, well, it’s just that this is our first argument, sort of. And you know, I was just thinking about when it was over…” My voice trailed off as her eyes narrowed to slits.
Jupiter’s eyes, however, were wide open in shock at what I dared to voice.
She placed her hands on her hips. “Are you actually insane?”
“Sweetheart, I…”
Her lip curled up in a snarl. “Don’t you ‘sweetheart’ me. That genie is not going back in the bottle.”
“Emerson…”
“Tell me one more time that it’s going to be okay and see what happens. I dare you.” Her voice was ominously low as she glared at both of us. We didn’t dare move. She started pacing up and down, her head in her hands. “Fuck, I need to get out of here.”
She looked up at the pair of us both silently waiting for her next instruction.
“And don’t either of you fucking follow me!” She stormed out, and in the distance, we heard the front door slam.
Neither of us spoke for a minute, trying to comprehend the sharp nose-dive which had taken place.
