Page 24 of Free-Falling
Idon’t know why I hate going to the dentist, I just do but now, it isn’t so bad because Ainslee is the best non-nurse-nurse I’ve ever had.
“Jag?” Ainslee calls out to me.
“Hmm?” Is all I can answer with as I lay down on the couch watching TV. I’m not in a lot of pain but my mouth feels the after effects now. Ainslee told me I was talking right after the procedure, which I’m paying for now.
Ainslee comes around in her white tee shirt sans bra and her knitted shorts that have me readjusting myself. I don’t hide it either. I shove my hand in my boxers, and I adjust my shit.
“Are you good?” Ainslee asks.
I take my time extracting my point of vision from the way the knitted shorts outline her pussy to peering up at her. I hope my message gets across to her. Ainslee laughs, which I know she received theyou wait until I’m bettermessage. She sets down two ice packs on the coffee table. Ainslee sits down on it too and softly places an ice pack on the lower side of my face.
“Okay, twenty minutes on and ten minutes off. It says you’re supposed to feel better with this.”
I nod and gesture to the other ice pack. She hands it to me and I place it on my boxers right over my dick. I need to cool down, and this is the fastest way possible.
“You’re an idiot.” Ainslee says with the biggest smile on her face.
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Day Three of this shit is so much better. I don’t feel any discomfort at all and I’m ready to eat a fucking cow at this point, but I know my childish wife won’t let me. Ainslee has been making my food and none of them involve anything too hard for me to chew but honestly, I could go for a burger even.
“Ains…” I call her name but I don’t get a reply.
We’ve been binge watching 90-day Fiancée for the past two-and-a-half days. She enjoys it, and I tolerate it. I must have dozed off with my head laying on top of the pillow on her lap. I turn my head a little and she’s concentrated hard on something on her phone. I’ve noticed that she’s been a little out of it, although she takes care of me like I’m her damn child. Now, I get why she practically told me to get out of her ass, but in a much nicer way for once. My hand caresses her thigh, the same way I’ve been putting myself through the torture each time we’re like this.
I grip her thigh hard until she blinks and looks down at me. “Oh, you’re awake?”
“Mm-hmm. Now, what are you so concentrated on over there?” I ask.
She turns her phone screen for me to see and its hate comments from a random troll account. “How long has this been going on?” I ask.
“Since the kiss on the live. I don’t really bother to answer them when they inbox me, but it’s just disturbing because of their latest comment. They called me a fraud, and that I had another man who I lied to about being in love with. That I’m with you now because I cheated on the last one with you. Although, half of that isn’t true, something about it is bugging me.”
I grab her phone and look through her Instagram pictures that she’s posted since we got married. “Why is this so-called troll calling you out of your name like that? This shit looks too personal. I’ll figure it out.”
Ainslee snatches her phone back. “No, it’s fine. I ignore the messages, all of them.”
“What do you mean by all of them? Ains, what aren’t you telling me?”
“Nothing, Jagger.”
I sit up and look at her. I used to do this to her when we were younger, when I picked her more than she could tolerate. Now, it all makes sense, why she would go from fighting me and then she would just, give up halfway, why she would let me subdue her because that was a way for her to get a hug. But this isn’t one of those times, I don’t intimidate her like I used to but she’s there watching me with a wide expression and I can tell by the look in her eyes, she’s going to be on the defense. Reality sets in, I know her too well, probably more than I’ve known anyone else.
“No, it’s something. You’re not doing this alone. We talked about this.”
She shrugs. “I’ve got this. Now let it go. I’m not a child, ya know?”
“You can tell me or I can snatch the phone out of your hand? Your choice,” I shrug my shoulders too. “I’d rather not do all that but hear it from your mouth.”
“Eli was at the hospital the other day?” She asks completely switching the subject.
“Yeah and? What does this have to do with what we’re talking about?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” There’s this look in her eyes. A hopeful look.
“Tell you what? That he came to the hospital? What would that have changed? Would it have suddenly made you feel better and how do you even know that?” I cock my brow.
“He showed up at the bakery the day I went in. We talked like a cordial conversation no arguments or anything like that.”
