paradox.

“Okay, so tell me who’s that guy again?” Jude repeats and you groan, throwing your hands to the air.

“Jude, I told you a million times. He’s a classmate. From college. That’s it.” you cross your arms, looking at Jude. 

Your boyfriend has never been good when it comes to being jealous, creating impossible and very imaginary scenarios to get jealous, when in reality he has no reason to be.

It has been going on for a while now, but you’re getting more and more exhausted of his actions. 

Jude squints his eyes at you, analyzing your facial features as if trying to figure out if you’re indeed telling the truth. 

“And why did he give you a ride back home? I told you I’d come pick you up, didn’t I?” he returns the question after a second. Frustration grows inside you and you release a sigh. 

“And I’ve told you that I lost battery on my phone therefore I couldn’t warn you that I didn’t have class and was getting home much earlier. All he did was offer me a ride and I took it.” your voice breaks on the last word, all the frustration getting replaced with exasperation and sadness and your eyes start to shine with tears, your throat constricted with emotion.

“Why do you have to be so jealous all the time? I can’t even have friends without you being suspicious all the time and it’s getting so tiring. I’m so done with this.” 

Your outburst shocks Jude, who stands there with his mouth agape. He quickly regains himself, jumping towards you and wrapping his arms around you. 

“Ah, shit. Babe, I didn’t mean it, okay? I swear I trust you, I fucking do.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, tilting your chin up so your eyes meet.

Jude rushes to swipe his fingers underneath your eyes, cleaning all the spilled tears. 

“I’m so sorry, I just get scared that someone will try to steal you away from me, you know? Because you’re way too good for me and I know it. I promise I’ll contain the jealous side inside me from now on, okay?” he begs, giving you an apologetic smile. 

You sniff, nodding. You only hope he’ll keep his word. 

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Spencer hummed, feeling the soft cotton against his palm. He slid the rest of his body under the layers of the top sheet, blankets, and quilt. The softness enveloped his body as your hands creeped up to cradle his face.

"Glad you're home, sweetheart." You whispered, fingertips dancing along Spencer's temples as you threaded your fingers into his hair. He thought about closing his eyes, finally shutting down from the outside world that demanded every ounce of his will, every piece of his extraordinary mind, every drop of his resolve and strength.

With you, in the bed with the fresh sheets and cotton quilt, Spencer never felt more at home. It was like the worries and wounds of the last week washed away with every moment he spent with you holding him like he was something precious.

You scooted closer to him, something that Spencer thought would be impossible considering he could already feel your heart thumping against his ribcage. He wanted to memorize the beat of your heart, commit it to memory so it could be the soundtrack of his life, a constant reminder of why he did what he did.

“You smell so good.” Spencer commented, breathing in the clean, fresh scent of your hair. He breathed deeply, enjoying the feeling of your body expand and contract against his ribcage.

“It’s new. I got it last Tuesday at the pharmacy. I had a coupon.” You replied, dragging your fingertips along Spencer’s collarbone as you spoke. His chest was warm under the fabric of his light blue thermal shirt. It was as if he felt his entire chest blossomed with warmth and ease as he held you in the bed.

“Hmm.” Spencer hummed. He felt a familiar content warmth flood from his fingertips to his toes. “What do you want to do today, darling?”

You turned towards Spencer, hands trailing against his bare skin and sparking electricity into his spine. “How about,” you kiss the corner of his mouth, lips hardly touching, “a whole lot of nothing.”

Spencer chuckled, a low, yet sweet sound that’s mostly vibrations. With his index finger, Spencer drew shapes against your back, silently committing the feel of your cotton shirt against his fingertips.

“Sounds like a plan.” Spencer confirmed, his eyes meet yours in that silent comfort that filled the space between you. “I know I have morning breath, but I’d really like to kiss you.”

You crinkled your nose as you knotted your fingers into Spencer’s hair to draw his face closer to you. “Spence,” you said his name in that exasperated way. It’s the kind of way that he’ll never find himself getting tired of hearing. “You don’t have to ask to kiss me.”

Blushing, Spencer offered a sheepish, sleepy smile. “Just wanted to warn you about the morning breath.”

“Mmm, well,” you whispered, pulling yourself flush against his front, “consider me well warned.”

Your lips are soft and warm. All of you is so soft and so warm and it makes Spencer feel so safe. He felt his heart soar as your hands twisted in his hair, pulling at his soft curls that were perpetually messy. Spencer revealed in the warmth that rushed through his body, the sinking unyielding, the tide that surged to and fro as you cradle his head in your hands.

Kissing you was like coming up for a breath of fresh air. Kissing you took his breath away, yet it felt like he could finally breathe. Spencer slowly gained control of the kiss, smirking into your lips as he felt you melt into his arms. A sense of pride washed over him as you whimpered softly against his mouth.

“You’ll never cease to amaze me,” Spencer whispered against your lips, “So stunning.” He broke from your lips to bring your hands to his mouth, kissing softly against your knuckles.

Spencer closed his eyes, mental snapping a picture of look of love and adoration on your face. He never had someone look at him with such tenderness, such love that threatened to spill over the brim from how full it was.

“Spence,” you fake complained, “you’ve gotta stop looking at me like that or I’m going to cry.” You said, leaning forward to kiss Spencer’s forehead.

Spencer’s eyes crinkled in a silent laughter as he gratefully accepted the kiss. He leaned on his elbow, a playful smirking tugging on his well kissed lips. “Well it’s my job to cheer you up. How’s coffee and reading in bed sound?” Spencer offered, already swinging his feet to the other side of the bed before you could answer.

“Sounds perfect for a whole lot of nothing.” You said, grabbing Spencer by the hand to pull him back into bed for another kiss. His hands guided your jaw, holding you in place gently as you reciprocated the kiss.

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