13.

Desmond decided that we should all go out dancing. He really wanted to dance.

Clubs were not on the list of my favourite places in the world. It was loud and there were a lot of noises, different sounds and despite being good at understanding some things even with my hearing aid, it still sucked.

But. . . it might be fun with Wren.

We have been dating for weeks and I still didn't know if he really knew how to dance. The only moves I've ever seen him do are these happy shuffles he does when he's cooking and I'm in the kitchen with him. He does not do it all the time but when he does, it is one of my favourite things.

So here I was, standing in front of the full length window in my apartment. I hadn't been home in days and I mostly spent my time with Wren and at Wren's place. It was home to me. It felt very weird to me being back in this apartment. It felt  . . . empty. But, I had nothing to wear to a club at Wren's house and he was so close to taking me shopping.

For this dance outing, I had pulled on a black sheer shirt and light leggings, white sneakers and a silver bracelet. My hair. . . my hair had gotten longer, it fell past my ears and almost touched my shoulders now. And Wren. . . my Wren loved it. Loved playing with it. Keep tugging. Keep petting. I brushed up my brow hairs, so they do not look scattered and used a little lip balm on my lips. And that was all.

I looked really good.

The lights flash red and it felt like my heart had literally skipped a beat. I quickly grabbed my wallet and my phone before making my way to the door. I looked through the peephole, then pulled open the door. Wren was standing there, holding on to a single red rose. He looked amazing. Gray button up and chinos with sneakers. His hair was styled off his face and he was staring at me.

I could feel his gaze, feel the heat beneath them and knowing Wren, he would probably nudge his way into the apartment and then we'll be two hours late. I smiled at him, my cheeks heating up underneath his watchful gaze. I quickly walked out of the flat and locked the door behind me.

Wren moved closer, his hand around my waist, slipping down and over the curve of my ass. He licks his lips as he moves closer and I just stare, my heart beating fast. It always felt like this with him. I wanted to hear his voice, so I reached up and turned on my hearing aid.

"Sweetheart. . ."

"You look handsome, Wrenny." I said, suddenly feeling shy underneath his watchful gaze.

"You literally took my breath away the moment you opened the door." Wren said, his words coming out slowly. He pulls me close against him, his nose bumping against mine. He smelled so good. I loved the particular brand of cologne and even his breath. . . smelt like strawberries.

"Wren . . ."

Wren pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss. His other hand slid up my back and held me close.

"You look beautiful." Wren said when he pulled back and I swooned. My knees give out but my boyfriend holds me close. He raised his hand just a bit and spanked me on my ass. He pulled away from me and I looked at him.

"Thank you." I replied bashfully.

Wren takes my wallet from me and slips it into his pocket. As we walked down to the car, his hand did not leave my ass. The car ride to the club did not take very long and then we were there. Wren got down from the car and immediately walked over to my side of the car and pulled open the door. My hearing aids were still on and I could already hear how loud everything was and once we got into the club, I was so overwhelmed by everything and I guess Wren could see it too. So once we found Desmond and our table, once we had shared hugs and greetings and I was now seated, Wren reached up to my ear and turned off my hearing aid. And I was instantly enveloped by silence.

I blinked at him and he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

Desmond appears with our first round of drinks. Shots.

Eight shots neatly lined up on the table. Knowing how lightweight I was, I could only down two meanwhile Des drinks in the remaining while Wren only had two. It was enough to loosen us up and though I could not hear the music, I could feel the vibrations and feel the energy of the dancing crowd on the dance floor. Even Des was wiggling in his seat.

Wren keeps his hand on my thigh, gripping just a bit. Claiming.

Desmond and Wren talk, Wren trying his hardest to sign with one hand so the other does not leave my thigh. It was so ridiculous that it made me laugh and with the drinks I had, the laugh was more of a giggle.

Des ordered more drinks and soon enough, there were martini's in front of myself and my boyfriend. At least this one was sweeter. I could get behind this. Drinks passed and I was now tipsy and leaning more towards Wren.

Then the urge to dance became stronger so I got up from my seat, dragging Wren to the dance floor. I really wanted to dance with him. I set his hand on my waist and being the hearing one of us both, he began to move me according to the song. He pulled me closer so we were pressed together, his hand slipping down to my ass. What was it with my ass today? Was it the leggings?

I paid attention to our bodies, trying to move in rhythm with him. I looked into the crowd and everyone was moving sensually and so I tried it as well. Rolling my hips and grinding into him. I wrapped my arm around his neck, pushing my fingers into his hair. The air between us slowly felt charged and soon Wren was turning me around, hands on my hips and pulling me closer. I kept at it, dancing as filthily as I could.  Moving my ass against the front of his pants. I could feel how affected he was. Could feel it in the way he slid his hands up my body, moving me however he wanted.

It felt hot and it made me want to dance even more.

I looked around and most of the girls in here were moving, bent forward and aggressively shaking their ass. I wanted to do that too but maybe next time. I liked dancing with him.

I do not know how much time had passed until I was tired and then I was being led back to our seat. Desmond had also disappeared into the crowd but we could see him from where we were sitting. He had his tongue down someone's throat and they were literally dancing in a way that made me want to cover my eyes.

Wren taps my thigh and discreetly signs. "Let me get us some water to drink." he said and I nodded. Wren gets up and walks towards the bar. He had given me my phone and I had spent the time scrolling through twitter.

I felt someone tap my shoulder and I turned around.

"Bailey. . ." the man signed and I smiled at him. It was Trevor, a good looking, tall dark skinned man with his hair cut low. I had not seen him in so long.

"Trey. . ." I signed, smiling and pulling him in for a hug. Trevor hugs me tight, his hand settling on the small of my back in a familiar manner.

Trevor and I used to date. He was the only other hearing partner I had. He never pushed but he had been good at sign language but he had been getting emotionally attached to another person and he told me. The relationship had ended on a good note.

Trevor had no understanding of personal space so when he does sit down, he sits right by my side. Practically plastered to me. I tried to move away but he just slid closer. We talked and he told me about how he has been. He tells me funny stories about his dogs that I couldn't help but laugh at.

"You look even more gorgeous than I remember." Trevor had signed just when Wren showed up at the table. "Incredibly sexy too."

Wren had stared at Trevor, a frown on his face before his expression closed off completely. He hands me my bottle of water and sits. He slips his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him.

"Wrennie, this is Trevor." I signed. And then introducing Trevor to Wren.

"And who are you to Bailey?" Trey signed. I should probably let the two of them talk it out. They were both hearing people.

"I'm his husband." Wren signed and my eyes almost popped right out of my head. When I looked back at Wren, he was smirking at Trevor.

"No way. I don't see a ring." Trevor signed, immediately reaching for my hand and pulling it closer to his face. I tugged my hand back but I could already feel Wren tense beside me.

"Trevor, it was nice seeing you but you should probably g-"

"I see no ring, so I see no attachments. How about we go for coffee tomorrow?" Trevor smiled. Wren gets up from the table. The air was tense. I didn't know what was going to happen but Desmond did show up, practically wrapped around the man he had been kissing.

He signs, albeit clumsily. He was going home with the man but his apple airtag was in his pocket so I could track where it was he was going. I don't even tell Trevor goodbye and just let Wren drag me out of the booth.

Wren walked close to me as we made our way towards the car. He doesn't say anything on the drive home. He doesn't go to my apartment. He pulls into the driveway and once he turns off the engine, he sits for a second, like he was about to say something. But then he just gets out of the car and walks over to my door to pull it open.

I switched on my hearing aid and turned to Wren.

"Talk to me, Wren." I said but he shuts the car door instead. I wasn't going to get into that house if he didn't talk to me. I grabbed his arm, and cupped his face with my other hand. There was a tick in his jaw.

"Who was that guy?" he asked.

"We used to date." I replied honestly. I was crowded against the car with Wren right in front of me.

"You guys looked so chummy. He was pressed right against you, touched you like you were still his." Wren said, taking a step forward. "And you let him. "

"Wren. . . "

"I wanted to bend you over and fuck you right in front of him. Mark you up in front of him. To show him, to show everyone who you belong to. You are mine!" The last part was said really loud, like he had yelled it. I was. I was his.

"But I'm not really yours." I said and everything went still. Wren narrowed his eyes at me and I gulped. "You haven't fucked me since we started dating. I have none of your marks on my skin. I don't belong to you."

Wren angrily slammed his palm against the car. One hand on my waist and the other around my neck. He pulled me closer and he looked pissed, his left brow twitching as he tried to control himself but I stood my ground. I could feel his nails digging into the skin of my waist.

"Get in the house, Bailey."

"N-"

"Now!"

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