"Oh."
Hosi rolled over onto his back, catching his breath. He glanced under the covers, fixing his boxers, and then gazed at the ceiling with a hand on his forehead.
Carmela reached for him.
"Hey look--"
"Stop, it's fine."
"Listen to me--"
"Carmela, I said it's fine!"
She withdrew at his sudden outbreak, and lay flat on her back.
"Well I'm sorry--"
"You don't need to say sorry." Hosi laughed, but it was ice cold.
"... I know. But I want to." She stared at the dark ceiling.
It went quiet. For a whole lotta minutes. It was just dead silence. Awkwardness stung the air.
"I... I know what's going on with you." Hosi mumbled.
"What?"
"I said I know what's going on--"
"Okay but how?" She scoffed, annoyed at his stupid tone.
He looked at her for a second. Then pursed his lips into a thin straight line.
"You..."
"You what, huh? What?"
He took a deep breath.
"You just want Tae."
"What?!"
Okay stop hold up... seriously? The hell did he just say?!
"You heard me." And with that, he rolled onto his other side, away from her.
"Hosi, are you crazy? I don't want that jerk, what the hell! Why would you even..."
He didn't answer, and continued lying turned away.
"Hosi, you listening to me?" She snapped.
No answer.
"Hosi!" She shook his shoulder vigorously, but he didn't move, let alone talk.
"ARGH!! Fine! You know what? Fuck you."
She kicked his legs and turned away.
"You're wrong, okay? I seriously don't even think about him anymore."
"Mhmm. Right..." Hosi mumbled.
Carmela shoved into him, hard, and he went flying off the bed with a thud.
"Ow! What the hell Carmela?!"
*****************
The room was bright with midday sunlight.
"Hey..." Hosi grumbled while stuffing the pillow over his ears.
"Heh?" Carmela stirred awake.
"Phone..."
"Heh?"
"Your phone..."
"Heh--"
"Your damn phone is ringing! For fucks sakes..."
"Okay, jeez, chill out." She yawned and reached over for the softly chiming device.
Roxana was calling... shit it was probably about the stripper job at the club they'd talked about last night. Holy baloney, last night was one hell of a night.
Carmela rubbed her face and swiped open the call.
"Hello? Hey, Roxana." She croaked in her morning voice.
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Dancing On Thin Ice // KTH
Romance"I... I don't really know what to say... but all I can think is... I just wanna fucking kiss you already." He growled against Carmela's mouth and her legs trembled. The club was dancing around them, glittering people moving to the music, but Carmel...
