Thin Lines

Chapter 10

Pulling Brody through my bedroom door, I shut it behind us and twisted the lock until I heard the latch mechanism click loudly; ensuring that my mother could not appear for further shaming.

Releasing his arm, I step away from him and leaned heavily against the wooden door. Relief washed through my body, yet it barely managed to douse the irritation, she and embarrassment that my mum had bestowed upon me.

My eyes flutter closed, creating a sea of darkness around me and allowing a moment of respite from the world. My arms hung limply at my sides, getting increasing cold from the lack of coverage my pyjamas offered. A clock figurine tocked within my head, the insistent echo bouncing through my ear canal and against my skull. With shaking breaths, I silently counted each passing sound, to distract myself from the heat at my cheeks and the feeling of shame in my heart.

TICK.

One.

TOCK.

Two.

TICK .

Three.

TOCK.

Four.

TICK.

Five.

Finally I felt the built up pressure release, the tension leaking out from each pore.

Opening my eyes again, I blinked to readjust to the harsh light and caught sight of Brody sitting at the end of my bed. My eyes cast a glance over his body, taking note of his position and gauging his current attitude. His legs hung over the low set footboard, feet hovering mere inches from the floor. His muscle toned body stretched back, his weight pushed against the elbows resting firming behind him. His emotionless eyes were locked onto me, giving no hints away.

Not taking my eyes from him, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth gently. His blank stare turned into a cheeky grin, his eyes drifting to watch my lips with a twinkle. It was a trying grin I recognised well, usually all to excited to see it scuttle across his face.

Pushing up from his position, he slowly moved across the room to where I was still standing. His eyes greedily roam my body, drinking me in more with each teasing step.

Reaching a step in front of me I feel him push his body flush with mine, his eyes leaving my body to reconnect with mine. Taking a sharp breath of air, I registered his hand snaking his way to slender waist. His clammy fingers gently lifting the hem of my top, exposing my bare skin just enough for him to settle his palm against it.

My heart raced in my chest, picking speed back up quickly. Except this time, it was in excitment and anticipation. I leaned my body forward, lifting my chest up further and instantly noticing his eyes drop to my hiked up C-cup boobs.

His fingers began fidgeting with the waist band of my pyjama bottoms, slipping below the first and circling back up again. He lowered his head, his perfectly permed curls falling forward, angling his mouth towards my ear.

"Your mum was right about one thing, I'd have preferred something... more showing" He whispered, his hot sticky breath making me twitch in disgust.

I hid the twitch by placing my hands on his chest and shoving him away from me. My mind registered what he had whispered and I gave him a death glare. Making sire I didn't hike my tits up this time, I crossed my arms in front of my chest angrily.

Brody stumbled back, a look of surprise briefly flickering to one of anger and  rejection. Albiet as quickly as it came the look disappeared and was replaced by an icy glare, mirroring my own.

"My mother was not right." I ground out, clenching my fists and digging my nails into the sensitive skin of my palm.

Seeing my reaction, he signed and held his hands up, palms forward, beside his head.

"Woah, chill out Alice." He rolled his eyes at me, acting like I was overreacting.

I shook my head, feeling flat hairs bounce against my face. "Don't tell me to chill out." 

"Your being dramatic. I only meant I'd prefer you in something less.. childish" his eyes wandered my body pointedly before making their way back to mine.

I scoffed, tilting my chin away from him to show my distaste. "I don't dress for your approval. Particularly when I don't expect a visit".

"You're being so childish. I'll just go, you clearly didn't expect nor want me to come." He made his way across the room, reaching behind me to grab hold of the door handle.

Before he'd got chance to unlock it, I placed my hand on his arm. I looked up at him pleading, long eyelashes flicking against my eyelids.

"I don't want you to leave." I tried, my voice having changed to one of whining.

"You made it clear." He responded, lifting my hand from his arm and dropping it. "I know when I'm being rejected."

I took a moment to think, searching his face for something. Anything at all. But his face had turned to stone, a blank wall that I couldn't penetrate.

"I'm sorry," my eyes dropped to the floor in defeat. "I just meant that ... you should like me regardless how I dress."

"Alison, you are being over sensitive and acting like a spoilt bitch." He exclaimed blankly, sliding the door lock across. "If I didn't care how my girl dressed, I'd date some boring nerd with slacks and glasses."

My mouth gaped, unsure of what to say in response to that. His comment appeared so shallow yet I understood his point. Everything is about image, and I wasn't presenting mine very well. Of course he wouldn't like this version of me, it doesn't fit our expectations. My mum was right.

In desperation I slid across the space between us. Ducking under his arm, I blocked the door from being opened, acting as a human shield.

Meeting his eyes, I pleaded. "Please, I don't want you to go." I reached up and settled my hand against his cheek, my thumb drawing mini circles. "I'll change into something else."

That seemed to do the trick. His hand slid the lock back across before sliding off the handle.

"That's better."

Stepping back, he lowered his head and placed a sloppy kiss against my forehead.

"I'll set up a film whilst you change." He offered, turning away from me and stalking back to the bed.

Giddiness overtook my body, despite my mind warning me to be wary, making me practically jump on the spot.