The mental image was hilarious. “What, like a red shed room with a table?”
Pausing where he was, only a couple of steps into the living room, he pulled back and looked at me, pushing my hair out of my face. “You want something like that?”
“A table? I mean, it sounds sexy and like the kind of thing that would probably push my buttons, but we don’t need to buy one purely for sex.”
Holding my eyes, he clarified seriously, “No, a red room.”
“As in a spanky room?” I asked slowly, making sure I was following this correctly.
Rolling his eyes, he leaned in closer to me. “Yeah, like a spanky room, or a room for us to play in, an adult playroom. We’ll go with whatever you want to call it.”
Ever feel like a conversation has gone in a direction that you never even dreamed of one going in? Stuff happening in movies that happened in real life for you, someone proposing a room with whips and chains or whatever they had? This was it – this was that conversation for me.
I’m pretty certain all of that showed on my face, because his lips twitched before I could even answer him. I did anyway, though. “Uh, just to say – I’ve never actually considered the possibility of my own spanky room, or even thought of what color I’d want it. I don’t know where you’d get furniture for it, or sheets because I think they have to be special ones.”
“Spanky sheets?” he asked, a huge grin splitting his face.
Shrugging a shoulder, I replied, “Hell if I know what they’re called, but I think they have to be special ones. Anyway, I also have a daughter who’ll be mobile soon, and babies are nosey little things…”
“So’s my sister,” he grumbled, and then added, “and my mom.”
“Tabby, too,” I sighed, realizing that this part of their characters didn’t bode well for anything private in our lives. Maybe we should put an extra lock on the bedroom door? Well, that was if I lived here with him. We hadn’t discussed that part of our relationship, so I wasn’t sure what the plan was for when my house was fixed – which at this rate would be 2050.
“What was that?” he asked frowning.
“What was what?”
“That,” he nodded toward me with his head. “You got the little butt between your eyebrows that you get when you’re overthinking. And from the way your mouth tipped down at the sides, it wasn’t a good overthinking.”
Deliberately ignoring his question, I went with one of my own. “What’s good overthinking?”
“When it’s about something positive, and don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.”
“What is it you think, that I’m thinking, that you know?”
Growling, he started walking again toward the bedroom. “Answer the question, Josephine.”
Recognizing the tone of his voice as his overly determined one, I gave in like a pussy. “I was just thinking that we needed to add another lock on the bedroom door to stop the nosey family members snooping. Then I realized that I didn’t know where I was going to live, and that with the way it was going, my house might not be rebuilt until 2050.” Then I remembered something. “Wait, those new houses just outside of town will be finished in a couple of months. I like the…” whatever else I was going to say was cut off by the scream that came out of me as I flew the air, landing on the bed with an, “Oof!”
I didn’t get a chance to recover either, because the big titty twat who’d thrown me then crawled over me. “You don’t need to like anything about them,” he growled, leaning down so that our noses were skimming now. Incidentally, this meant other body parts were skimming each other, too, something which was seriously distracting given the fact I was trying to be pissed. Yes, I said trying to be pissed – I was a big kid at heart, and it’d been kind of funny while it lasted. “We’re going to get paint for Liv’s walls, pick whatever shit you want for her room, and we’ll get whatever shit you want for this room to make it ours. I want to turn the small room into a study for you so that I can get your work shit out of the living room, and y’all are staying here.” When I didn’t say anything and just lay there staring up at him, he sighed, “Don’t mess with me on this, Jose. I’m serious about all of this.”
I wasn’t one of those women who said no when they meant yes, and I didn’t say I wasn’t pissed when I fucking was. I’d already been that woman when I’d said I wanted it to be just me and Liv, then turned a one-eighty and done the opposite, and I didn’t intend to repeat that ever again. So, I didn’t say no to him, instead I pointed out what I felt was the most pertinent thing. “That’s a lot of shit. Like a lot of it.”