Fighting for love

Chapter 66

Nolam was staring at his wife. She was back in her clothes from the previous day. Just like him. The bedsheet on her shoulders was the only thing protecting her from the cold. He didn't know what her reaction would be.

"So?" She pressed when he wouldn't answer.

He knew there was no way he could avoid that conversation. He unlocked his phone and went back to THE video and handed it to her. He looked at her while she was watching the video. No emotion crossed her face. She just looked at the video, then went on his twitter account, read his post. When she was done reading she handed the phone back to him.

"So?" He asked, mimicking her. He kept one hand on the small of her back to make sure she wouldn't get up and rushed back into the bedroom, pissed at him. But she just shrugged. "You have nothing to say? You're not mad?" He insisted.

"Why?" She replied confused, her brows furrowed. "There is nothing to say. We had an awesome night. Which, by the way, I wouldn't mind repeating in the nearest future." She said with a grin. "Why should we be bothered by some idiots who had nothing better to do than record us. I just hope they've been able to get off on us having fun. In the meantime, I am grateful it wasn't a video of us in the park. That! That would have been problematic." She finish, a small smile on her lips.

"Oh!" He started with a frown. "You're right. Had it been a video of us in the park, I am pretty sure you would have kill me. However, I must recognize that I am surprised by your reaction. I don't know what I was expecting. But not that reaction. So..." He said, looking for the right word. "Chill. Yeah, chill."

"What! You've already handled the situation. And you're welcome by the way." She said referring to his post on twitter. "I love you too." She finished before kissing him.

Nolam smiled against her lips and deepened the kiss. He drew her closer, making the bed sheet fall on the ground. His hands slid under her skirt, making their way towards her coochie. Clytia stopped him with her hands removing his. "Uh uh! Not happening this morning sir. This girl needs some rest, at least few hours."

"Come on! Just a quickie honey." Nolam whined like a kid, making her laugh.

"Nope. Not happening." She replied, laughing at him with her hands on his chest.

"Fine."

"You still have not answered though. Who was it on the phone?"

"Oh that! Just Daisy annoying me."

"Oh okay. Can we go back inside? It's really cold out here."

"Sure." Nolam grabbed her, making sure she was secured and got up with her in his arms. He sat down in one of the chairs in the bedroom with her still on his lap. Clytia put her head in the crook of his neck, her arms around his shoulders.

"We need more clothes Nolam. We won't be able to stay here for a long time." She murmured against him.

"I know. But I don't want to go back to my parents' house."

"We don't have to. I have a month or two left on my lease. We can go back to my apartment."

"No." He cut her short.

"Look..."

"Clytia, no! We are not going back there. We can live here or rent another place for the time being. We'll just have to pack our things." He had no intention of going back to her apartment. Not with everything that happened there. He didn't want that energy.

She still had her head on his shoulder. "I don't want us to argue over something so trivial." She took a deep breath before continuing. "If you don't want to go back to my apartment, it's fine. We won't go there."