Chapter 49

"Jesus Christ, why is it always that way with women these days? I didn't ask you to go because you have a fucking vagina and that somehow makes it your job. I asked you because I'm fucking shit at it. Just like cooking, too. I can maybe clean, but don't ever expect me to cook or stock the fridge." He said matter of factly. I laughed while rolling my eyes, not wanting to admit that he was most likely right. I finished off the yogurt and set it on the nightstand before forcefully shoving his arm aside so I could cuddle up to him. He pulled me closer when he realized what I was doing and began rubbing up and down my side is soothing strokes. "Did your friend leave?" I asked after debating the best way to ask him. I figured just coming out and asking was the easiest. He smirked down at me before lightly pinching my side. "Yeah, I think they all got the hint when the shower turned on and you started screaming." He chuckled smugly. My neck and face heated up as I bl