"No way, who can be friends with their wife? You are such an idiot."
I was left with my mouth agape by his words. Can someone please confirm for me that this is the real Austin? And then there's his face, clearly showing that he's pouting.
His face now looks like a child who's been denied candy. It might be cute to some, but not to me. It's not cute at all for a big, muscular guy with a handsome bad-boy look to sit there pouting like this. It makes me want to kick him off the bed.
"Aren't you going to respect my decision a little?" I asked him again. I think what I proposed was pretty fair.
"And aren't you going to respect my decision a little?"
"What?" I was stunned. How could he say that?
"Hah! I'm done talking about this. Go take a shower, you smell like alcohol." Austin turned aw
