“I owe you an orgasm.”
“You do,” I said, straightening my dress.
Theo leaned against the doorway, his fingers rubbing against his lips as he studied me.
“I love the fact that earlier this year, I wondered who I would have to kill to dance with you at prom... now you are walking around it with my seed dripping out of you.”
“Beautiful, Theo.” I shook my head as I laughed, pulling open the door as I checked we were still alone.
“Just keeping it real, baby.”
30
HANNAH
Ilaid in Theo's arms, yawning as the film credits rolled. He didn't move, and I leaned back to find him fast asleep. I elbowed him as he frowned, rubbing his stomach.
"Ow!"
"Youpromised."
He cringed, knowing he was in trouble.
"Baby, it's soboring. Plus, you've already seen it a thousand times," he protested as I sat up, turning around to shove him.
"Boring? The last thing thatThe Notebookis, is boring!" I screeched, grabbing a pillow, aiming it at his head.
Theo caught it with ease as he rolled his eyes.
"Relationships aren't like that in reality," he argued, stretching.
I frowned, considering his words.
"They met in school, her parents dislike him, he goes off to war—"
"That wasn't his choice, though," he pointed out, as he sank onto the bed, a serious expression on his face.
"Then she meets someone else—" I continued.
"Insteadof waiting for him," Theo added, and I shot him a dark look.
"Then he returns; she's about to get married—"
I swooned, and Theo shook his head with amusement.
"But he kisses her in the rain after building her a house, and they have the best sex ever, blah blah. Writers create books like this for saps likeyou." He grinned as I stared at him, open-mouthed.
"Why is thatnotrealistic?" I demanded, choosing to ignore his insult.
"Because, mylove, if I went anywhere,you'dwait for me. Plus, I'd never build you a house," Theo added as I rolled my eyes.
"I think it's realistic."
"Youwould. You're a hopeless romantic. Remember that space film we watched, and you sobbed your heart out for about a week?"
"Armageddon!" I hooted, pointing at him. "Shut upnow. You're offensive."
"If you want real romance, stick Fifty Shades on.Thatshit is real.” He smirked, climbing over to me, kissing my neck softly.
