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"Hey hon," Tyler says, walking over to me and ruffling my hair as I'm just about done eating my stale cereal and near-expired milk out of a plastic container.
That's new.
"Mornin'."
"How'd you sleep?"
I shrug, "Alright, I guess."
"That's good."
I get up and place my dishes in the sink. "I gotta go, I'm gonna be late for work. I'll see you later."
"M'kay." He pulls me close, holds my face and plants a kiss on my forehead. He lets go and lightly pushes me toward the door. "Have fun," he says. I would normally feel the urge to wipe that stupid smirk off his face but he's being so lovely this morning and I'm just getting that fluttery feeling in my stomach that I know all too well whenever we're he's near me.
My face starts heating up at the sudden affection he's showing me. Tyler's kiss mark leaves a burning implant on my forehead. I rub at it to ease the flame but it's still smoldering.
I am Jack's ignited heartbeat.
I glance back and he has a certain look in his eyes that I can't quite put my finger on. It's domestic in a way. Loving.
I accidentally slam the door behind me, embarrassed at my newfound feelings and walk all the way to the bus stop with a stupid smile on my face, already excited to come back home.
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"I'm home!" I yell out, hearing faint voices on the TV so I assume he's in the living room. I walk over and Tyler's sprawled out on the couch, no shirt on, snoring. I catch myself staring at his abs for way too long to be deemed normal and walk over to the kitchen, putting my briefcase on the dilapidated table and haphazardly hanging my jacket over a chair. I hear Tyler yawning loudly and his footsteps growing increasingly closer to me.
I turn around and he says, "Hey, psycho-boy, how was work?" He calls me that teasingly.
"Same old."
He hums, running his hands up and down the lengths of my arms before settling at my hands. He holds them for a few seconds before dragging me to the couch and laying down, pulling me with him. My back is against his chest and he wraps his arms around me, snuggling his face into the crook of my neck. He kisses me lightly. He pauses and kisses me again once more. He plasters kisses all over the right side of my neck and I'm a blushing mess.
"Tyler, stop!" I giggle, kicking my feet and trying to escape from his grasp but he holds me tighter. He runs his hands along my waist, underneath my shirt, and starts tickling me. I yelp and we both fall into a fit of laughter. Once I calm down I flip over and cuddle into his side, sighing. He runs his hands through my hair and scratches in all the best places and lets me fall asleep on him.
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I wake up without Tyler's warm embrace and a frown starts to form on my face, but the smell of homecooked food permeates through the air and I realize he's making dinner for us. I walk over and just stare at his shirtless form, the sweat on his back muscles glistening from the evening afterglow. He soon realizes I'm there and tells me to sit. He plates two servings of pasta and does that fancy twirl thing I like with a fork. We always sit next to each other because he says he gets lonely when we're sitting across one another.
One thing that's different, though, is he decides to hold my hand all throughout dinner today. I don't question it because he's been very touchy today. I'm not complaining.
"This is great, Tyler," I complement him.
"Thanks, darling." I like that nickname.
We finish dinner and he swings our hands, still conjoined, as we walk upstairs. He pulls me into the bathroom and takes off his clothes, it's nothing I haven't seen before, and hops into the bath. He says he gets bored without me when he bathes. I brush my teeth while he starts talking about something that I tuned out. I look over at his perfect body and he's scrubbing off all of the dirt and grime from his arms going on about a topic he's passionate about, and something in me just clicks. I'm in love with Tyler Durden. I have everything I could ever want, right here, right now. I wouldn't have it any other way.
I am Jack's heartfelt desire.
After he's done bathing we switch positions and he's still talking about the same thing as he brushes. I've picked up the gist of his rant—the stupidity of capitalism—nodding along and "mhm"ing every once in a while.
I clean myself off and walk to my bedroom, him following, and I sit on my bed putting on some new clothes. He sits down next to me and I've had it with his blabbering, so I kiss him. I turned to face him and planted a kiss on his perfect lips, immediately shutting him up, and I pushed him down onto my bed. He kisses me back, but not with any sexual undertones. His kiss was filled with love and warmth and tenderness and affection. It was intimate. He pulled back and my lips were engulfed in flames from his fiery cupid's bow, the arrow landing right in the center of my heart. Rather than all of these months of pining since he first hit bullseye, I now have the real thing.
"Wow," Tyler says, panting. "Took you long enough."
"What do you mean, 'took me long enough'? You're the one who's been flirting with me all day."
Tyler smiles at me and flips us over. He kisses me again and moves to my neck, sucking a little and playing with the skin with his teeth. He breaks the surface layer of my skin and laps his tongue over the blood, licking it up. It stings a little bit and I suck in a breath when he rips my skin a little bit more. He leaves the wound at that but continues sucking around the area and pampering my neck with little kisses.
I flip us over once again and straddle his lap, arching my back to make out with him again. His arms snake around my waist and his hands find their way to my ass. He pulls me impossibly closer and I'm panting up a fucking storm.
"I love you," I tell him.
"I love ya too, pretty boy."
I am Jack's long-awaited embrace.