Desperate times call for unexpected loves (Melisha Tweedy x FemOC)

Chapter 11: What's so funny?

That night everything changed. It changed the way I saw things, what I thought was safe in my head. If I stop to think about it, I still don't know why that big part of me wanted it. Maybe it was intrigue, curiosity, a strange attraction, one I had never felt.

But, although it seemed like my life was going to be completely different, in reality there weren't many significant changes.

Yes, the looks were different. There were furtive caresses from time to time, stolen kisses on the edge of danger. But nothing else. I, who thought I had all my doubts resolved, found myself not knowing exactly what was between Melisha and me. Were we girlfriends? Friends? Lovers? It was impossible to know and I didn't want to ask. I liked to enjoy the things that happened without me asking, that very different smile, those clandestine kisses that always seemed short for me.

"I'm going to keep an eye on those feathered critters..." Mr Tweedy said, getting up from his armchair.

It was already a routine. He was leaving. I was left alone with her. This new phase scared me, I didn't dare take a step, I felt more comfortable when she was the one doing it.

"He is a great idiot..." Melisha muttered, attentive as always to her roles. I looked at her with a smile, which now, she always returned to me.

Slowly and cautiously, I got up from the couch, heading towards the desk.

"Don't be so hard on him..." I said quietly, drawing her attention. She frowned at me and shook her head.

I, timidly, reached out my hand towards hers, preventing her continuing to write. I didn't really know what I was trying to achieve with that, but, with a sigh, she looked at me, caressing me back.

"You're too compassionate, brat," she whispered to me, pulling me surprisingly until I sat on her lap. I held on to her.

"Can you stop calling me that?" I asked, pretending to have been offended. She smiled wider, shaking her head and stealing one of those kisses that I was beginning to enjoy too much.

"Let me think..." She said playing with my hands, with a reflective look. "No, I can't"

I rolled my eyes with an amused face and looked at her papers.

"What is all this stuff?" I asked curiously, picking up a small bill with a stamp.

"This, brat, is the farm's finances," she said, snatching the paper from me. "This is the weekly grain order. We must take into account the amount left over so as not to spend more than what we receive with the eggs."

"Oh," I said curiously, settling into her lap. Her grip on my waist was firm, she didn't seem uncomfortable. And neither was I, of course.

Melisha sighed, glancing at the other documents.

"There's not much to do today... I won't be too long..." She murmured.

I turned to get her attention.

"We could do something together," I said without thinking too much. As expected, Melisha stopped what she was doing and looked at me curiously.

"Like what?" She said with a whisper, moving her other hand to my leg, caressing it up and down. I could feel the heat rising to my face, how my cheeks were turning red. They were somewhat different caresses and that made me nervous, making me get off her suddenly, coughing to hide my embarrassment.

"Well..." I said agitated. She looked at me in a funny, mocking way. She surely knew perfectly well that it had made me nervous. You could tell she enjoyed doing it. "I, I mean... I don't know, we could take a walk under the stars..."