He chuckled, drawing me against his chest to kiss my head. “This is why I love you. Always so eager to please me.”
“I’m sorry about Riley,” I whispered, guilt eating at me. “I was just really upset with you. It won’t happen again.”
“That’s okay. I know she pushed you,” he said seriously, my stomach twisting from his accusation, but like a coward I kept silent. “I forgive you. I have a killer headache. Can you tidy up for me?”
I glanced around the trashed kitchen, knowing the rest of the house would look the same. I hoped doing as he asked would relax him. “Uh, sure.”
“You’re the best.” He leaned down to kiss my lips softly, his voice a whisper. “We’ll go out for dinner tonight, hmm?”
“That sounds nice.” I smiled tightly, waiting for him to trudge off to bed before I let out a sigh. I should’ve told him to take a hike. He wasn’t even hiding the fact he was cheating on me regularly, and I’d just accepted it. What the hell was wrong with me?
Ryder and Riley both slept around a lot, but they didn’t date. I was starting to think those people who told me all guys cheat at this age were full of shit. If Stanley wanted to sleep around, why did he ask me out in the first place?
My chest ached at the thought of losing him, and I squashed the pity party I was having. Maybe once I learned some new sex techniques, he’d stay loyal to me. I really wasn’t good in bed, he’d told me so himself.
I started cleaning the kitchen, suddenly realizing he hadn’t apologized to me for sticking his dick in that girl despite wanting an apology from me.
As usual, I let it go.
* * *
The house was spotless by the time Stanley woke up a few hours later, and he rewarded me with a beaming smile. “You’re such a good girl. Go shower and we’ll go out to eat. It’s a little early, but I’m hoping we can come back here and watch a movie. Maybe I could teach you some stuff like you suggested.”
“If I do more in bed for you, will you stop seeing other girls?” I asked lightly, hoping I didn’t look too desperate. “Can you do that for me?”
He looked annoyed, but he shrugged. “Of course. If I want to get adventurous, I’ll let you know. I like those girls because they’re up for anything, and I know it’s not something you’re into. I—”
“We can do anything you want,” I blurted out, his lips kicking up into a smirk.
“You say that now, but you don’t mean it.”
“Yes, I do,” I said confidently, standing on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I love you. I want you to be happy.”
“Remember you said that,” he warned, the tone giving me a bad feeling.
I shook it off, giving him a smile before going for a quick shower and getting ready to leave.
The drive into town was short, and Stanley held my hand as we walked into Harley’s bar and found a table.
“Hey, Luna.” Landon smiled as he walked over to us. “You want a menu?”
I went to reply but Stanley cut me off. “Nope. We know what we want. Burger with fries, and a burger with salad.”
I frowned. He hated salad.
It wasn’t until Landon returned with our meals that I realized the salad was for me.
Landon slid the plate in front of Stanley, and he scoffed and pushed it in front of me. “Do I look like I need a salad?”
Landon didn’t even miss a beat as he answered him. “Yes.”
I held back a snort, but I knew Stanley sensed my amusement as he replied sharply. “Do you want to get yourself fired? It’s obvious my girl needs the salad. I like my girl's petite, and she’s put some weight on.”
Landon frowned, his eyes flicking to me. “Luna’s tiny.”
“Don’t you have fucking work to do?” he snapped back, making me scowl.
“Stan!” I whisper-yelled. “Don’t be rude.”