Demi
Jess had finally been home for nearly a month now. Her health was steadily returning to normal. It's not like she could do flips in midair like she used to but the therapists say she could, with continued therapy.
We were currently in the middle of a very heated make out session as she hovered over me on the couch while we "watched" whatever was on the ID channel.
I slowly lifted my hands underneath her shirt, longing to touch her after so long of not being able to. Once my hand came in contact with her belly, I felt her slightly push my hand away. I didn't think much of it, it was probably a coincidence that both our hands collided at the same time. It wasn't until she did it again that I started to worry.
"Whats wrong?"
I pulled away to ask her. She gave me a shaky smile and answered.
"Babe, just not right now OK?"
I nodded and she proceeded with continuing to devour my face. I really tried as hard as I could to keep my hands off her but as my horniness would have it, my hands found their way underneath her shirt again.
"Seriously?"
She huffed as she pushed me away, scrambled to her feet and stomped her way towards the bedroom. Was it that big of a deal? I sighed heavily before following her path. Once in the room, I saw her getting ready for a shower.
"Babe, What's up?"
She simply hissed her teeth and slammed the bathroom door in my face as I followed her.
"Jess, you're acting like a baby. Tell me whats up."
I rested my ear against the door so I could hear her response but I was just met with silence.
"Jeeessss..."
I whined as I knocked on the door nonstop, hoping to get her annoyed. Unfortunately, she still didn't spare me the slightest bit of attention. I tried the locks and surprisingly, the door opened.
Jessica had her attention focused on the mirror which had the reflection of her with her shirt hiked up as she traced her finger over her surgery scar. That's when it dawned on me.
"Is that why you won't let me touch you?"
She obviously didn't realize that she had left the door unlocked because she jumped when she heard my voice, scrambling to pull her top down.
"Can't you just leave me alone?"
She attempted to close the door in my face again but I used my foot to block it.
"I'm not leaving until you answer me."
I folded my arms cockily and she rolled her eyes and moved further into the room and began rummaging through her clothes.
"Have you seen my purple sweater? Lea's supposed to come over today."
She asked, totally evading my question. I just moved to block her from going through her drawers.
"Well, if you're not gonna tell me whats up, you might as well tell Lea not to come over cause you're not leaving this room til you do."
I informed her smugly but she just pushed by me, making her way into the bathroom again. This was bad. She has never been so reluctant to talk to me.
"Jessica Analisa Wessley, why can't y-"
She suddenly punched the bathroom door and spun around to face me. I jumped back, thrown off by her sudden action.
