After the unholy things I did on my birthday, I realized that I am indeed a horny freak. I liked it enough to let him do it all over again once everyone left. He didn't seem to mind either.

I guess together, we're both a bunch of horny horn dogs. Him more than me, 100%.

"Thalia.." He groans as he walks following me. He's so obsessed, the man doesn't leave me alone.

You tell a guy you love him and he starts following you everywhere.

"I said no so get to the kitchen and make me a sandwich." I sit down on the couch and pet Buddy on his belly.

My new puppy was the new source of my attention and love, I knew Heath was a little jealous of him. I named him Buddy after the Elf movie because I think if he could speak, he'd tell me he'd want to be an elf. And because I just liked the movie.

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" Heath snaps back and I slowly turn around to face him.

"Sure." I turn back to petting Buddy.

"If you were sexist." I add on and he throws his head back, groaning as he comes over to the seat next to me.

"I just want to spend time with you." He whines like he's been doing for the past couple of minutes.

He was having a fuss because I told him I didn't want to go upstairs with him. I knew what would happen if I went alone with him into that room, he'd seduce me and I'd stupidly fall for it. No thank you. Plus Buddy needed attention.

"I have a child now. Sorry but he's my number one priority." I lean in to kiss Buddy on the head, he was a very playful and energetic puppy at only 9 weeks.

Heath was doing me the favor by keeping him here, I couldn't take him home since my dad was allergic.I would just wait until I moved out, then I'd have a whole room for Buddy.

"And no. You are not the father." I joke but he just rolls his eyes.

"Now about that sandwich, I'm actually really hungry and would love a turkey sandwich right now. Thank you." I give him a forced smile as he walks to the kitchen.

I carry Buddy out into the yard and let him free, Beau takes care of him very gently, it's too cute. I let them play together for a while, knowing Beau would watch over him.

When I return back to the kitchen, I walk in to see something that I wouldn't mind waking up to everyday. Heath for some reason decided that he just needed to take his shirt off while he cooked. I wasn't complaining, he looked good from where I'm at.

His back muscles flexed as he moved around, and his sweats were hanging down low on his waist. I could watch this all day.

"I want my eggs scrambled please." I tell him from over the counter and he turns around to quickly glance at me.

He doesn't reply with anything but I watch him cook until he was finally finished. He begins making himself a plate and fixes up the food he just made on the plate.

He pulls the stool out from in front of him and sets the plate down, taking a bite into the food in front of him. He glanced down, only looking at the food completely ignoring me.

"Excuse me? Where is my plate?" I ask, politely I assumed he had made that for me.

"Cook your own." He grumbles and takes an aggressive bite out of his toast.

"Really?" I frown and slouch on my seat. He knew I couldn't cook to save my life. But I guess it's only fair.

"You didn't want to go upstairs with me." He shrugs carelessly, acting petty as heck.

"Fine." I turn my head away from him and hop off my stool.

I glare at him as I walk around him and into the fridge, taking out some milk and then some random cereal I found in the pantry. I set it down on the counter top where I was sitting and pour the cereal in first.

He slowly starts lifting his eyes at me and watches me pour the milk. I hop on the stool and start munching away on the dry cereal. I could taste the protein in this, yuck.

"Delicious." I moan as I grab a spoonful of cereal and put it in my mouth when he was looking.

I sigh and very sadly eat the dry cereal in front of me. This is what I get for not knowing how to cook, this is my life now. I don't know how I'm going to survive living alone.

"Fuck. Here, have some." He pushes his plate towards me and stands up to go to the fridge.

"Really? For me? You didn't have to but if you insist." I reach for the plate and lick my lips, ready to devour this much more delicious flavory breakfast.

Heath reaches for the chocolate milk on the fridge and pulls that out, pouring a cup for himself. I think chocolate milk has become his new favorite drink, other than beer, he drinks that often too.

I wiggle around happily as I eat the rest of his food and a smile grows back on my face.

"You're annoying." Heath rolls his eyes, continuing his pettiness.

"So? What about it? Don't act like You don't like it." I tell him and he doesn't disagree.

I smile as I walk over to him and hold his hands, swinging them around. That scowl is still on his face, I prefer his smile rather than that scowl that seems to stay on his face 24/7.

"Turn that frown, upside down." I poke his juicy lips but he just gives me an annoyed look.

"No? Okay... that's fine too." I give up and just wrap my arms around his torso. My head rests on his chest and I feel his own arms wrap around me.

"How about this!?" I quickly attack him with tickles, tickling his stomach but he doesn't budge or anything. Still as stone.

"Not even ticklish huh?" I shake my head at him as I rest my hands on my hips.

I stare at him for a few seconds to build some suspense until finally, I go in for a light punch. Not too light but not too hard. I go for his stomach and back up right away. I look up to see his reaction.

I think I should run.

"Bet you didn't see that one coming.." I chuckle nervously and he takes one step forward.

"I think you deserve a punishment for that." He smirks and leans in to me. My eyes widen as I watch him.

"What's that supposed to mea-" I let out a squeal when he picks me up and flips me over his shoulder.

"Hey! You can't do this. My dads a cop." I shout playfully and then fall limb, as if he was carrying a dead corpse.

I watch him enter his room and body slams me into the bed. It hurt painfully , yes.

"Is that all you got, Small d?" I stand up on the bed, trying to keep my balance.

"What did you call me?" He asks, kneeling on the bed himself.

"Small d. You know what that stands for? Small di-"

I don't get a chance to finish (that's what she said) before he tackles me onto the bed and my head plops onto a pillow. Thankfully, a pillow and not the headboard.

"That didn't hurt at all." I said even though it low key kinda did. But show no fear in these kind of situations.

He grabs a pillow and drops it onto my stomach and he lightly but quite hard, jumps onto my stomach. Like one of those professional wrestlers.

"WWE type shit, bitch." He mutters and I laugh at him. Trying to heal from the pain of his weight on me.

"Hey..." I frown when I realize what he called me, he props himself on the bed to reach my face.

"Sorry." He pecks me on the cheek and falls back down on me.

He lays on top of me, removing the pillow and wraps his arms around me. His head lays right on my chest and he nuzzled his head into me.

"Move in with me." I hear faint mutters come out of him.

"Me?" I don't know why I ask but I do.

"No shit." He answers brutally. An idea comes in my head for this situation.

"Beg me." I snort, remembering when he'd say that to me.

"Move in with me, please." He looks up at me from his position and I pretend to think about it.

"On your knees." I try my best to hold in my laugh as he slowly looks up at me, giving me a look as if he was weirded out.

"No." He mutters, rude. I would do it for him if he asked.

"Hm, I don't know about moving in, I'm kind of messy and loud. Can you handle living with that?" I ask him and he nods.

"Yes, I can. I need you." He tells me and squeezes me in his arms. My heart flutters at that and I bend down to place a kiss on his head.

"I love you." I tell him, just like I do and will everyday.

"If you really want me to, I guess I can move in with you. You should be honored to live with me." I ruffle his dark thick hair in my fingers, messing it up a little.

I feel his chest rise and fall on me, faster than usual, telling me he was feeling some sort of emotion right now.

Perhaps butterflies. Although I don't think he'd be the type to get them.

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8/11/22