John's behavior at this moment was quite bad.
Just as the camera was about to shift away from me, he moved the progress bar back.
So, I could only listen to my bold statements again.
Finally, on the fifth time, I couldn't help it.
"Can you stop moving it back? My head hurts."
"The camera stayed on you from the 14th minute until the 20th minute. You screamed for a full six minutes," John took a deep breath. After removing his glasses, he seemed a bit gentler. He repeated, "Six whole minutes."
From this angle, he looked a lot like Jack.
"What are you laughing at?" John asked harshly, scaring me a little, "Don't tell me you're thinking of me as…"
"Zoe," I heard John grit his teeth, "Do you remember what the last clause of the contract was?"
The last clause of the contract was that if either party violated the agreement, the penalty would be determined by the first party.
I looked at John.
Why was he starting to undo his tie?
Why was he unbuttoning?
"John, I'm not laughing anymore, can you stop?" I instinctively shrank back.
But the smile didn't disappear, it only shifted.
At this moment, it appeared on John's face.
John sneered:
"You call him 'hubby,' but call me 'John'?
"You're gonna get punished for that."
"Six minutes. You'll make up for it."
Our eyes met, awkwardly.
There seemed to be a quiet sea in his eyes, but when our gazes collided, a huge wave rose from it. That wave cut through the night sky, with stars escaping wildly, hitting my heart and making me restless.
I didn't mind close contact between married couples.
Moreover, since John looked so much like his brother…
It could be said that when I woke up the next day, Jack was lying next to me.
I wasn't losing out.
I hesitated before speaking, "I'm scared, can you go easy on me?"
"You think I'll go easy because you asked?" John furrowed his brows and took off his glasses. "Do you think I have this much patience right now?"
I gasped, watching John move closer to me. I simply closed my eyes.
It's true, I didn't dislike him.
But I was scared.
As the distance between us closed, the air around us became thinner. My breathing began to quicken.
Just when I thought he was about to get closer, I heard him coldly ask, "Why are you closing your eyes?"
His direct question shattered the pink bubble in my heart, the steam rising, coloring my ears and cheeks red, making them feel hot.
John nudged my shoulder and leaned down to whisper intentionally close to my ear: "What are you thinking?"
"Nothing!"
John repeated in my tone: "Nothing?"
He was dressed in his pajamas, half-leaning against the door frame, blocking my way. When I took a step left, he shifted to the side, not letting me enter.
It was like a childish tug-of-war between elementary school students.
I glared at John with irritation: "John, I'm going to bed, it's almost dawn. You're way more childish than your brother, you saw his performance on stage today…"
Before I could finish my sentence, he sealed my lips with a kiss, which started recklessly at my ear and gradually moved down.
"Just six minutes, it'll be quick."
…
Until the sun shifted, and the early morning glow climbed up the sky's canvas.
Only then did he issue his last warning, laced with a bit of jealousy: "Marriage is a responsibility to me. Not to him."
