Siobhan Muir's Thursday Threads and this week the phrase is 'you're just jealous'. For more stories, visit The Weird, the wild and the Wicked. xx
A bit of British speak going on in this one folks; sorry people from over the pond. xx
“My dad can knock
your dad out!”
“My dad can knock
your dad out first.”
It had been one of
those days; boys in the playground asserting their masculinity through their
fathers eyes. Glad for the holidays, Gavin started as he meant to go on; a pint
of larger as he waited for Zara.
“I’m telling you, I pulled Bianca just like that.”
“Bollocks!”
“You’re just jealous! She’s well fit and wouldn't look twice
at you mate.”
Gavin sighed. It seemed boys never grew out of their jealousy.
He was relieved he had; confident in his own skin, a beautiful wife and six
weeks off for the summer. He ordered another pint and Zara’s favourite as she
walked through the door. His pulse raced
watching her saunter in; smoky eyes set on him, swaying her hips in skinny
jeans. He smiled but it soon faded when the men at the bar wolf whistled.
Zara directed a sweet smile their way; Gavin clenched his
fists.
“I wish you wouldn’t encourage them Zara.”
“It’s harmless Gavin. I’m sure girls eye you up.”
“No. They don’t!”
“I think you’re just jealous, wanting some attention
yourself,” she teased, ruffling his hair. He gripped her wrist, fixing a stony stare.
“Gavin, calm down. It’s not a contest for crying out loud.”
He loosened slightly,
giving a warning glance to the two men. He wasn't jealous; he just liked
control and needed to teach Zara a thing or two about it.
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