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Todays Word of The Day: 


Open Book n

1. Something of which salient aspects are obvious or easily interpreted. 
2. A person who through naivete responds candidly to questions or openly displays their emotions or intentions. 

Aiden and I had our very first fight as a couple last night and I feel absolutely terrible. Not even tennis is doing its job of putting my mind at ease. I keep going through the fight over and over again, hoping I’ll realize why I got so angry, why, 24 hours later, I’m still on edge over it.

I’ve tried everything that I usually do when I’m upset. Running, sprinting, crunches, lunges, cartwheels, various foot exercises and all they do is make me tired, bring forward the aches. My body is aging, what I used to able to do even though I’m still fit, fitter than most, doing what I used to do, is a struggle. I can’t go crazy, because if I do, It’ll take double the rest, double the massage and therapies to just get my body working again and this attempt to ease my head has done just that. In short, I’m a bloody idiot.

I’ve narrowed it down to a few things he said:

“I can read you like an open book.” 

and

“Sometimes, you’re too naïve for your own good.”

Those two things just pissed me off so endlessly that I ended up doing what any adult shouldn’t do, I left, I crashed on Mary’s sofa and went out to do my excercising till I calmed down enough to go home again.

Aiden was in his study, having buried himself in paperwork that he normally has his second set of hands guy, Martin, do.

He barely looked up as I entered, attempting to be casual about it.

“You infuriate me.” He growls, attempting to control his voice but his anger seeps through.

“Right back at you,” I counter, sitting down on the chair, causing a significant creak and crossing my arms to attempt a little defensive strategy.

“I called you last night, why didn’t you pick up?”

“I was still angry.” He slammed his fist into the desk.

“So was I, Alex. You’re so…” He clenched his jaw. “You’re so infuriating and I don’t know what I did wrong here, because one moment I was having a conversation with you, the next you’re offended by something and before I know it you’re out of the door, screaming something about Mary… What on earth did I say to offend you like that? Please, lay it down for me. Tell me what I said wrong.”

“Am I like an open book to you?” He watches me carefully, his shoulders starting to relax. As he answers, his voice calms down.

“Sometimes, I can read your mood just from watching you. I’ve known you since you were 16, Alex. I’d be worried if I couldn’t read your mood. Also, I don’t think you’re naïve. I think you try to be open, too open to everything in the world and some people take advantage of that.” He pauses, narrowing his eyes, his voice dropping farther down.” I’d rather have that, then nothing.” I stay silent, because suddenly I feel like a tool, more than I did before. It was so simple now, he hadn’t meant to insult me, I made it up all in my head like I usually do. “Are we okay?” I nod, making him both smile. “Good, because I haven’t eaten all day and I’m famished. Do you want to run down to the pizza place?” I snort.

“I’m not even sure I can get up out of this chair.” He pushes himself out of his chair, takes a few steps around his desk, allowing me to hook on to his shoulders and lifts me up.

“So you overdid it again, trying to clear your head?” I sigh, this time I’m not going to pretend Aiden doesn’t know me, because, of course he does. He knows me better than I know myself.

“Tried to, yeah, failed miserably. I should probably be bound to bed for a full day.” He cocks up his eyebrows.

“Oh, that’s going to be excruciatingly painful for you.”

He walks us out of his office, struggling with each step until he finally with a groan of exhaustion puts me down, only a few steps away from his study, taking a moment to set his back straight. I sneak a quick kiss off him.

“Old man,” He rolls his eyes at me, sighing and then poking his head into Martin’s office.

“Hey, I’m done ruining your system, thanks for the patience, mate.” A moan of relief exists Martin’s office. As we ascend the stairs, Martin is already gathering up the work Aiden has spent hours on to put them back in order. 

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