His Property

Chapter Twelve

He walked into the bathroom and I heard the shower running. I kept on reading my book. I was at a good part in the book. I heard him walk out of the bathroom. When I looked up, I felt my cheeks getting all red.

He was only in a towel. He noticed me blushing so he laughed. I laughed along with him feeling embarrassed. He walked across the room to collect his outfit and walked back into the bathroom.

"I gotta go, babe." He kissed my forehead. "I love you." He kissed my lips.

"See you!" I call back. Shit, I'm falling in love but I refuse to admit it. He smiled and kissed my lips again and walked up out the room.

It's been five minutes and I miss his presence. I'm all by myself with nothing to do. I took up his advice and walked outside in the garden admiring the flowers. I walked pass the flowers my mother used to admire.

I bent down and pulled one out of its root. I admired the beautiful petals. It soon reminded me of my mother. She was a gracious lady. She was always happy and when things were tough, she always managed to keep a smile on her face.

My dad was no different. He was a wonderful father and I remember he would always sing me this song before I went to sleep. I still sometimes sing it to this day. He was always there through every ache. He encouraged me to keep my head up when life gets hard. I'll never forget that word of advice.

I felt tears trickling down my face so I dropped the flower and headed back into the house. I fixed me a little snack and headed upstairs with it so I could finish my book. After I was done with the snack, I headed back downstairs to place the dish in the sink. Walking back upstairs, James entered the house.

I smiled at his presence and he smiled back. I walked toward him and wrapped my arms around his waist and placed my head on his chest, sniffing his wonderful scent. After a couple of seconds, he wrapped his arms around my frame. I was still sad about my mom and needed a hug.

"What was that all about?" He asked when we pulled away from our embrace.

"Nothing." I said. "It was really boring in this house, though," I said dramatically. He laughed.

"How about I take a shower and I'll come back down here and we can watch a movie and order pizza? How's that sound?" I nodded my head and smiled. He smiled back. He placed a quick cheek on my lips and headed upstairs.

After a couple of minutes, he travelled back down the stairs. His hair damp from the shower. He picked up his phone and ordered a large pepperoni pizza. We argued on what movie to watch but he soon let me have my way. We were going to watch 'Tangled.'

The pizza was at our house quick. James paid and sat the pizza in front of us and played the movie. In the middle of watching the movie and eating, I would catch him glancing at me. Whenever I looked over at him, he would quickly look away.

I wonder what he thought of me. When he speaks of me, what does he address me as? He told me he loves me, kissed me a few times, but also has anger issues and tends to hurt me when he's upset. Am I just some play toy? I need answers. I picked up the remote and paused the movie.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He said turning towards me. He grabbed my hands in his.

"I need to talk to you about something." I said holding my head down. "What do you want me to be to you?" I asked quietly.

"I need English, babe." He said chuckling. I took a deep breath and repeated my sentence.

"James, what do you want me to be to you?" I asked. "What am I to you? Am I just some play toy or not? Do you really love me the way you say you do? And if you do, will you truly love me or just wind up hurting me again?" I finished. I looked up at him and he was staring back at me. I couldn't read his expression.