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make him mad so he
wanted a new bodyguard?”
    He chuckles, my head rising and falling with
his chest. “No, I wondered in the beginning why he wanted you to
have me instead of him anymore. We’ve been friends for a long time.
It’s hard not to be when you work with someone so closely every
day. But I realized two days after being assigned to you that he
wanted you to have me because I’m the best at my job and he loves
you so much that he would rather sacrifice himself then have
anything happen to you.”
    A tear falls from my eye. “Then why does he
treat me so bad and have sex and impregnate other women?” I
sob.
    “You’re hard on him too. Ya know. But I think
it’s his way of self-preservation. He doesn’t want to love you like
he does. But he can’t help himself. So he tries to find ways to
prove to himself he doesn’t feel the way he does.” He explains,
caressing my back.
    “He has a terrible way of showing it. Either
he tries to have sex with me or he goes and does or says things
that hurt me. It’s exhausting.” I slump.
    “Yeah well we all can’t be perfect. I even
have flaws.”
    “Surrreee ya do, like what?” I ask, sarcasm
clinging to my every word.
    He laughs. “For starters my feet stink really
bad after I get home from work, I drink milk from a jug, slurp
soup, leave soda cans all over the nightstand in my bedroom….”
    “Pop Cans.” I correct with a smile.
    “Oh yeah, that’s right. Okay. Pop
Cans .” He chuckles twice. “I fold over pages in books that I
read if I like a quote or something on it.”
    I pinch his side. “That’s not a bad habit
that’s adorable actually.”
    He inhales sharply and exhales loudly. “Yeah
well. There’s lots wrong with me.” He mumbles.
    “So far you don’t sound so bad. Keep going.”
I hug him harder and his hands rest on my lower back.
    “You need more? Isn’t that enough?” He
chuckles
    I shake my head.
    “Oh alright, fine… I like to have sex with
the lights on, if I have it. And I eat peanut butter right out of
the jar with my finger. I shave in the shower and sometimes the
hair doesn’t get rinsed down well enough so at the end of the week
I have to wipe down the shower to clean a weeks’ worth of hair
build up.”
    I snort a laugh. “I can’t believe you think
those are bad qualities.”
    “They are. Those are a lot of the things
women tell me when they break up with me, to tell me why they want
to break up.” He shrugs.
    I sit up quickly, grab his soft caramel face
in my hands and look him straight in the eyes. Forcing him to look
into mine.
    “James, if a woman doesn’t want you because
you shave in the shower and your feet stink. She’s a fucking moron.
You’re a good person who I happen to think the world of. Who’s
spent the last half hour on the floor with a crying pregnant woman
trying to make her feel better and the same man who just spent four
hours finding me umpteen food staples because I’m craving them. So
don’t be thinking low of yourself because of some hoity-toity bitch
doesn’t love you for who you are.” I state firmly and let go of his
face.
    His eyes widen. I can be sure if it’s a good
or a bad thing.
    “Sorry.” I mutter. “I shouldn’t have been
that forward.”
    He pulls me into another hug. Pressing my
body against his and I lay my small head on his big peck.
    “If you ever decide you don’t love Johnathan
anymore give me a call.” He says. I can hear the smile in his
voice, even if I can’t see it.
    I laugh. “You won’t be saying that when I get
fat, have stretch marks, and the proud mom of twins.” I murmur
under my breath.
    He slides his hand up and down my back with
affection. “I will want you if you had sixteen kids and stretch
marks and weighed two hundred and fifty pounds.” He reassures and
actually sounds like he means it.
    I sit up to see his face again, draping my
arms loosely over his shoulders. “Well if you put it that way.
You’ll be the first man I’ll