Page 9 of Free-Falling
“Give me the damn phone, Ains.”
Ainslee walks over to me and slams the phone in the palm of my hand. I glare at her but look at the picture. It’s not bad. She captured the Roman numerals down my spine pretty well;VI.X. MCMXCI.It was the riskiest tattoo I’ve ever gotten and now it’s completed with angel wings. Very detailed and elaborate, you can see each feather as if it’s real.
“What’s the numeral numbers stand for?”
“June 10th, 1991.”
Her brows perk up. “That’s my birthday!” She exclaims.
I didn’t even realize that. “Oh yeah, it is. I forgot about all that.”
“So what does the date stand for?” She asks.
“It’s the day my twin died. Jamie. You won’t remember him.”
“You had a twin?” She asks.
“Yeah. Anyway, back to your picture.” I change the subject. “It’s nice. I like it.”
Ainslee gives me a small smile but takes the hint. “I’m a great photographer even with an iPhone Eleven Pro Max, baby.”
“Yeah whatever. Shall we make it saucier? For more likes?”
Ainslee narrows her eyes. “Why are you helping me?”
I shrug. “I don’t want to have to fight all the time, little shit-bag. I’d rather we learn to get along so I can sleep at night. I’m tired of all of this.”
Ainslee says nothing for a while, she just stares at me and then she gives me a small nod. “I’d prefer that too. I don’t want to have to beat your behind for pissing me off.”
I throw my head back, laughing. “I seriously think someone dropped you on your head as a baby.”
She shoves me, almost spilling my coffee. “You’re the one who dropped me!”
I chuckle. “You bit me. Anyway, come.” I place the cup down and grab her by her waist, lifting, placing her on the marble counter.
“What are you doing?” Ainslee snags my coffee and drinks it. “Mmm, this is so good.”
I take this moment to take better so called “couples” picture. I turn my back to her while she drinks my coffee and take a picture. As I face her, I press to record a video. I snatch the now empty cup from her and place it on the counter. I grab her jaw pulling her close to me, and Ainslee reacts by gripping my hair. It’s tight and I growl. For a moment, I forget about the video as I bite her bottom lip and tug hard. She moans, and before I do something stupid, I pull away and stop the video. I back up a bit and toss her her phone. “Great content, huh?”
Ainslee pulls that same bottom lip in her mouth and I try my best not to do anything. I need to get out of here.
Ainslee
“Um,” is the only thing I’m able to say. I blink, this isn’t how we’re supposed to be hating each other at all.
“Um…” He copies like a damn parrot.
“My stuff. I need my stuff and my cameras, lights and all that.” I blurt out.
“It’s in the spare room. It’s set up already. Come, let me show you.” Jagger picks me up off the counter and puts me down.
“Must you touch me?” I move out of his hold as soon as I can and gesture for him to lead the way.
“Next time, I’ll push your little ass off the counter,” he retorts. Jagger opens the door and lets me in. “Here you go, little bastard.”
I gasp because the setup is even better than I had it in my apartment. My annoying parents hated that I moved out and forced me to get a small studio apartment even though I have my own damn trust fund. This was when I was twenty, and since then I haven’t moved until now. I didn’t care though because I got that apartment without their help. Now, this spacious room was glorious from the map of the world as a backdrop in color, a large white couch that I know costs money which I approve of, my cameras plus two new ones, my lights, an all glass office desk with the most comfy looking chair completed with my Mac desktop and all the essentials.
“Shit, Liam, this is… this is amazing. Wow.”
