Page 78 of Savage

Digesting those words, I replied, “So, you’re saying, we carry on, whenever we feel the urge?”

“Hell yeah. Why not. We’re pretty good together,” he said. Tagging on, “Physically.”

If only he had left off the last word. Before I could bite my tongue I said, “Is that all it is then? Just physical?” I almost held my breath whilst I waited for his reply. I didn’t want to be fuck buddies, I wanted more than that. “Sex with no feelings?”

“Of course not. I wouldn’t sleep with you if I didn’t like you or care about you. I’m not that much of a wanker.”

“So, you like me, but you treat me like you hate me. I’m confused.” My reply was firm but I had to be if I was to get this boy to open the hell up.

“I don’t hate you, Wynter. I’ve never hated you,” he informed me with a serious edge to his tone.

The whoosh of relief almost burst from my lips but I restrained myself. I needed to play it cool, I didn’t want to scare him off. “Well, how would it work? Would it be just the two of us?”

He raised his eyebrows at that one. “What do you mean? Like we’d be exclusive?”

Cocking him a ‘what do you think’ look I replied, “Yes. I won’t sleep with you if you’re seeing other girls.”

Jaxon rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. “Fuck me, making demands in our relationship already?” I knew he was playing with me.

On full attack mode I put in, “So, you admit we’re in a relationship?” I knew I was being ballsy, but I didn’t care. The conversation was going my way for a change.

He placed an arm over his eyes. “Of sorts. I’m not one to label shit. But I agree to not sleep with anyone else whilst we’re together.” He then lowered his hand and turned to face me again.

As his eyes re-latched onto mine, I went for the jugular. “So, what does that make us?”

His eyes narrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Pushing up on one elbow I eyeballed him with a determined expression. “What are you to me?”

“Your lover?” he said with a wink.

I wrinkled my nose. “That makes me feel like I belong in a trashy romance novel written in the seventies.”

“Mistress?” Jaxon suggested with a wider grin.

I shook my head, grinning back. “That’s so much worse.”

Jaxon chewed his lip as he contemplated an answer. “Partner? Fuck no. That makes me feel about fifty,” he grunted.

Putting the obvious out there, I went in for the kill. “We could just go for boyfriend and girlfriend? Keep it simple.” I figuratively had every limb crossed at that point.

Jaxon exhaled in defeat. “If you need us to put a label on us that’s fine. I’m not offended by being called your boyfriend.”

Hope soared in my chest. “Really?”

Jaxon’s eyes crinkled. “Yes. Really.” His tone suggested that he didn’t understand why I would be so shocked by his acquiescence.

I slumped onto my back and copied his early stance, staring up at his overly fancy light fittings. “I thought you’d run a mile,” I confessed partly to myself.

Jaxon wrapped his arm around me and pulled me back so we were face to face again. “It isn’t a marriage proposal and it’s just a word at the end of the day. It doesn’t particularly scare me.”

“Don’t we need to make it official?”

“I think we just did that, more than once, Wynter. I knew you’d be high fucking maintenance,” Jaxon replied with a cocked eyebrow.

“I think you should ask me out,” I stated in a mock haughty voice.

He rolled his eyes saying, “You’re pushing it now but OK. Wynter, will you go out with me?”

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