Miranda was short with Ben all week long. She never let him get a word in. Everything that they needed to discuss she texted him while she was at work. She worked out on a different schedule and came home late as hell.
Ben was fed up with everything. He would rather they just forget all about it and go back to the way that it was.
Walking into the kitchen Miranda was there as she poured herself a glass of wine.
"Hey, I
"I've asked you to just stop. Stop trying to talk to me and leave me alone right now." Miranda hissed after cutting him off.
Ben stared at her for a minute before speaking.
"You think this is easy for me, do you think you are the only one who feels bad about this situation? You don't think, I don't think about that kiss every single day. You think I don't think about how wet you were for me and the feel of it saturating my fingertips."
Miranda gasped and swallowed hard as he gritted out the words.
"What? You don't think I want to know how that same wetness would feel wrapped around me as I fuck you mercilessly. You don't think I want to make love to your body in every kind of way or want to stick my tongue so far inside of you that you cum on my face. And for Christ's sake, you are so mouthy, I would love to see it full with my penis and all you can do is moan and gag. I don't want to think about that but it plagues my mind. I don't want to have these strong feelings towards you but I do. So if you think this shit is easy. It's not. You don't think I want it to go back to normal? I'm trying to make the best out of a shit show. So act like you have some sense, let go of the fucking attitude and move on with me." Ben yelled walking to the back door.
Miranda jumped as the door slammed. She shook her head and fanned herself, squeezing her thighs together for friction. She was like a light switch with him and had been turned on since Christmas evening. That was another reason why she avoided him because she wanted him so badly.
After pulling herself together she calmed down and decided to go outside. He deserved an apology and it wasn't just his fault. It takes two.
Ben was lying on a big blanket looking through his telescope. She admired him and was glad that he enjoyed his gifts.
"I'm sorry," Miranda apologized getting down on the blanket with him but he didn't look her way.
" I am really sorry about everything,"
When he was still silent she spoke again.
"It's hard for me too. I haven't thought of my husband since I came here. I really wish I wasn't married. I even wish that even though I'm married...I could forget all about my marriage, so I can do what I want to do with you. I'm sorry for my attitude and snapping at you. It's because I feel guilty and I'm frustrated because I don't want that marriage to be real. I want this one and that is so wrongggg. So, I would like to act like I have common sense, put my attitude aside, and move forward with you." Miranda gave him a light smile as he looked into her eyes.
"Okay," Ben agreed.
"Okay," Miranda whispered.
"So what do you see through the telescope?"
"Mars and Saturn. We still have 5 minutes until New Year. I was going to lower the magnification and watch and record the fireworks through here. But here look at Mars."
Miranda moved and closed one eye as she looked into the telescope with the other. "Oh wow, it's surprisingly very beautiful. You can really get a glimpse of the clouds on it." She said still looking through.
