Matters of Trust
As you are just about to fall asleep on the couch watching television, Adam throws open the door to the room and strides in, smiling grandly. He sweeps his arms open and walks to your side. "Treasure!"
Uh oh. "What's going on Adam?"
"What do you mean?"
"The only time you ever call me Treasure is when you're about to do something you know I won't like... or you've already done something like that and you know I'm about to find out about it."
"Uh... I really don't think that's true."
"Don't you? If it's something you're going to do, then you'll be getting hyper-physically affectionate any minute now."
His smile is gone now, and he looks thoroughly annoyed. "This isn't funny you know."
"And if it's something you've already done, you'll start to stutter soon."
"N-n-now look here!"
You almost feel like smiling. "All right, what did you do Adam?"
He drops into a chair on the opposite side of the room. "You seem to know everything about me. Why don't you tell me what I did?" His sarcasm isn't well hidden.
You were going to go easy on him. But the fact that he's trying to make you feel guilty over what he's done changes your mind. You make sure he knows how annoyed you are. "Okay, I will. Last week was our anniversary and you said you had to be out of town for it. And I don't think you told the truth as to why you had to and where you were. I don't think you met with any television executives." His silence lets you know that you're right so far. "So who were you with?"
"You don't know? The great-all knowing seer doesn't know who I was with? Will wonders never cease?"
Your voice rises to equal his in anger. "Don't put this back on me! You're the one who's done the wrong here."
"How would you know? You take a few lucky guesses and you assume the worst! Where's the trust?"
You rise as he's halfway through his tirade. The two of you are standing toe to toe, your rage making you seem as tall as he is, instead of the foot or so smaller you usually are. You start jabbing your finger into his chest. "Don't talk to me about trust! It goes two ways you know!"
"Hey, I'm not accusing you of going off with another guy on our anniversary! I actually believe you're faithful to us!"
"Then why didn't you trust me enough to tell me what was going on?! If you believe in us so much, why don't you think I do!"
Adam opens his mouth then stops in shock. He looks down at you, his face truly contrite for the first time since the two of you have been together. "You're right." His voice is softer now, his love obvious. "I should have trusted you and been honest. I expect you to think the worse, instead of having faith in you."
You feel the tears pool at his words. He gathers you into his arms. "Yes you should. There isn't anything you can't tell me Adam."
He kisses the top of your head as he hugs you. You can feel him brace himself. "I did have a meeting with a TV executive. It's the executive I didn't think you'd appreciate." You pull back, lifting your eyebrow in expectation as you wait. He sighs. "It was the Light Entertainment program editor from The Beeb."
You step back until his arms drop down. As you speak you resume jabbing him in the chest. "You. Had. Dinner. On. Our. Anniversary. With. That- that. Maneater!"
Adam holds his hands up in supplication. "You said you'd understand!"
"Anything but that cat!"
"You said you trust me." He starts to back away from you in genuine fear.
"You I trust! Her I wouldn't trust as far as I can throw a Japanese Sumo wrestler! How could you Adam?"
"Because I wanted this weekend clear so I could take you away!"
You stop short. "What?"
He sighs. "It was meant to be a surprise. I've booked a flight on the Concorde to Paris for the weekend. Just you, me and a luxury suite overlooking the Seine. The only way I could swing it was by agreeing to meet her during her visit to the St...Hmmm." His words are smothered by your mouth on his as you kiss him enthusiastically. You wrap your legs around his waist as he supports you with his hands on your butt. He takes control of the kiss as he turns and carries you toward the bed. Your last coherent thought is to remember to thank Jonathan for the warning of what Adam had been up to that weekend.
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