Holding On

Bernard reached out and put his arm around his woman.

Never mind that there was someone right beside her on the subway, not getting brushed with Bernard’s hairy arm. Never mind the look of distaste his woman had on her face.

“Can you not do that,” she said, trying to shrug off his arm.

“Oh, come on babe, just being all sweet,” Bernard said, leaning in and kissing her ear.

“I don’t like it, though. Seriously, it’s uncomfortable.”

“Naw, you like it,” he grinned, still right beside her ear. The rider beside her rolled his eyes and looked down at his phone.

“No, I don’t. It feels all controlling and stuff.”

“Well, I gotta make sure the world knows you’re mine, babe.”

“Ugh, no. And don’t call me babe. Seriously, stop.”

He tightened his grip a little, and she ducked, turning, out of it.

“Okay, that’s enough. We’re done,” she said.

“Aww, babe, don’t be like that.”

“Fuck off, Bernie.”

She left through the sliding doors, and the other rider was laughing at his phone as Bernard starting shouting epithets.

 

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