Oh no, he didn’t.
Me: We aren’t talking about it.
Vex: Yes, we are.
Me: If my job is up for discussion, so is yours.
Vex: You aren’t keeping a job that isn’t safe.
Me: What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.
Vex: It’s not the same thing at all.
Me: How is it different exactly?
Vex: You’re mine.
Those two words make my heart flutter.
Even if they aren’t, I love you.
Me: You’re mine.
It’s only fair if he claims me that I claim him.
Vex: I can protect myself. This isn’t up for discussion.
That’s where he’s correct. It isn’t up for discussion. Vex doesn’t get to tell me where I work.
Me: Does that mean you aren’t coming to dinner tonight?
Vex: Of course I am.
That’s something at least.
Me: I’ll meet you at the restaurant.
Vex: I’ll pick you up at work and drive you to the restaurant.
Me: Everyone usually walks together to the restaurant.
Vex: Then I’ll walk with you guys to the restaurant.
Having my boyfriend and his eight dozen bodyguards walk me wouldn’t be in the least bit embarrassing.
Me: Um…
Vex: What’s wrong Dahl?
Me: I want everyone to meet you.
Vex: Isn’t that what we’re doing?
Me: You… just you.
Vex: Is this about your bodyguards?
Mine?!?