He Did It Again Didn't He Novels & Stories

I had seen them the night before but I was too worried over him dying to actually gloss over them and given the rocky way our conversation had headed yesterday; he wouldn’t be inclined to talk about tattoos let alone anything with me. Yet I still tried to make conversation. “What’s next after this?” “Nothing” “What do you mean nothing? That was it?” “Yes” “I want to do it again. The stick thingy, I want to do it again” He flipped the eggs, taking a plate from the upper shelf and I swallowed a lump of saliva watching his muscles flex. “It’s not called that” “Whatever it’s called, I want to do it again. What else am I going to do all day? What are you going to do all day?”

I would not be careless with it. I said: I know. He said: I would sign the contract again. I said: I know. He said: and everything that came after it. I would go through all of it again to arrive here. I said: I know that too. I said: I would not have you go through all of it again. Some of it was too hard and I would spare you some of it. He said: not me. I needed all of it. I said: yes. You probably did.

I asked him "What didn't you understand from what I just said? What didn't your brain grasp huh? You really think I like repeating myself? Quit acting dumb asking if you did something well you damn sure about what you did but you're playing stupid. Just don't say to anything to me or if you choose, go back where you were coming from" He said to me then chuckled humorlessly. "I lost track of time okay, I'm sorry about that" I said to him

No I didn't" "Did too!" "Did not!" "Did too!" "Did not!!" "You did!" "Hey, we're here now!" Arrrgh it’s going to be a long night…..

"If you loved it so much then let's do it again." A grin split on his handsome face as he agreed, "Let's do it again." He murmured against my mouth.

“Do it again.” I laughed humorlessly because if I didn't laugh, there was every possiblity that I would cry at how frustrating this situation was. Every other person had retired to bed and I was running around the house with my sore muscles. “Too hot,” he said after sipping from the fourth cup. “You can just let it cool down,” I threw my hands up in frustration. “Do it again,” he said nonchalantly. Trying not to let my anger get the best of me, I went and tried again.

“What is this I heard y‍ou did?” I ro‍lle‌d my eyes, lean⁠ing against the⁠ kitchen cou‌nter. “You‌ mean the moto‍rcycle acc‍ident?‌” “Yes,⁠ that one‌.” “ I don’t see what the big deal i⁠s.” “Yo‍u don’t see the b⁠ig deal?” H‍is‍ voice was tight w‌ith rage. “That man‍ was arrested! You hit him and locked him up there after?”

, he hoists his eyebrows. "No, you did.", I pass him a confusing look. "Then who should put them on again?", he questions me. I never understood his logic. I ask him the same question and he answers me the same. However, I always liked it whenever he did that. "Darn it", he bangs on his forehead. "What happened?", I ask him, getting up from the bed. "We didn't freshen up yet", he bites his tongue and I can't help laughing at him, placing my palm on the mouth.

For a few seconds, I couldn't bring myself to say a word as the right words weren't just coming to me. "Did you hear what I said?" He repeated about a minute later, with a thick frown etched onto his face. "Yes I did but I just find the question absurd and that's why I'm yet to respond to it. What do you mean by what have I done?" I inquired, Staring at him with a confused grimace.

Because he didn’t deny it. He didn’t even look surprised. Just… quiet. Too quiet. “Who told you?” he asked. Not if. Who. Astrid’s heart pounded harder. “That’s not the point.” “It is to me.” She shook her head. “Did you do it?” Silence. Then— “Yes.” No hesitation. No excuse. Just truth. Astrid’s breath caught. “And you’d do it again?” she pressed. His gaze didn’t waver. “If I had to.”