‘The last time I said I need a man, I ended up hugging a toilet bowl for four weeks.’
‘Rach, you and I need to establish a safe word.’
‘What? Why?’
‘Because sometimes the things you say step over the borders of my limits.’
‘Get out,’ she says, laughing. ‘And don’t bring home any babies.’
Babies? I won’t even be bringing any baby-juice home if I’m good. But I don’t tell my sister that because, boundaries.
Walking up the driveway, I’m impatient and antsy in the rain. I also get wet, strangely enough, but when I reach the front of the house, I realise there are no cars in the driveway. My heart hits my stomach, thinking she might not be here. I knock on the door anyway, elated when it opens and she’s standing on the other side.
‘Did I wake you?’ I ask softly. Fuck me, she looks like she’s just rolled out of bed. I try to ignore the fact that there’s a lot of soft, pale skin on display in as a consequence of her brief nightwear. I also try to ignore how her nipples stand to attention in the cold air.And fail.
‘I just woke up,’ she says with a yawn. ‘If you’re looking for Addy, he’s not in.’
‘I came to apologise about last night.’
‘You mean about being a pussy?’ When I don’t answer, she pauses for a beat as though weighing my sincerity. Then the door opens wider. ‘I suppose you’d better come in.’
She must work out, I decide as I follow her into the kitchen.Her ass is a dream. I almost trip over her as she stops just inside, turning suddenly. I try to pull my mind out of the gutter, focusing on why I’m here.
‘I’m sorry.’ I say, the words falling in a hurry. ‘I really do want to explain.’
She looks unimpressed. ‘Do you have something different to offer to the dialogue? Different from the bullshit of last night?
I deserve this—deserve her bad mood. She has a right to be angry, not that her attitude doesn’t piss me off.
‘I’m trying to apologise,’ I grate out, sounding anything put apologetic. ‘And keep your voice down, I don’t want to wake your mum.
‘Don’t tell me to be quiet in my own home,’ she almost yells. ‘I’m tired of people telling me what to do! Anyway, she’s not here, so fuck you.”
I smile. I don’t mean to, but I do anyway. It’s like we’re arguing kids again.
‘Look,’ I begin. ‘I just want to talk about last night. About what happened in the forest. I shouldn’t have done that.’
‘Done what, exactly? Kissed me? Or walked away? And you’d better think carefully before you choose.’
‘Both.’ The word is out before I engage my brain. ‘That came out wrong. What I mean is, I don’t regret kissing you, but I still feel like I need to apologise.’
‘You should,’ she says, ‘You’re a terrible kisser.’
‘Any you’re a terrible liar. your nipples, too.’
At this point, she’s reaching to take a cup out of the cabinet—only one cup. Her shoulders shake a little, and I hope it’s laughter over anger. And it’s pointedly obvious she’s not inviting me to stay
With her back still to me, she fills the kettle and puts it on as a roll of nearby thunder sounds.
“You do you, Joshy,’ she says, ignoring the darkening windows. ‘Just let me do me.’
God, she’s so full of shit. Good job I like her feisty.
I march straight to her, grab her by the shoulders and smash my lips against hers. Her body stays rigid for a barely a beat before melting as I kiss her again.
From arguing to fierce touches, our sighs fill the room. I run my hands down her back, cupping her ass to lift her onto the countertop. Our mouths still busy, I hook my hands under her knees and spread her wide, insinuating myself between her spread thighs.
‘Oh, God, she groans as I rub my hardness against where she’s soft.
