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

Chapter 12: An unfair price

For several days, since I started this kind of romance, I had gotten used to getting up early, getting up before the old rooster did. It wasn't a coincidence, it was a strategy.

As a rule, Mr. Tweedy got up a little later, which meant that Melisha and I could have a few moments alone. A kiss, a caress, a whisper in the ear. Simple things, but that made my day, that reminded me why I felt good at her side. My whole world had changed very quickly, all my dreams, my opinions, my beliefs were affected by that great tsunami.

My conscience was no longer screaming for decency, it was no longer scandalized by the thought that I was doing something doubly forbidden. That she was cheating on her husband, that she was a woman. None of that was important to me anymore.

I was setting the table, like every morning from that afternoon onwards, thinking about how different my life was, how little I wanted to return to London. I started to get scared that this moment would come too soon.

Cold hands grabbed my waist, causing me to startle a little. I should have gotten used to her silent footsteps, her unexpected hugs. I didn't want to do it. I wanted her to continue surprising me every morning.

"Good morning..." she whispered in my ear, giving me a tender kiss on the cheek. I turned around with a sigh, returning one kiss to her lips.

"Good morning," I said in response, hugging the hands that rested around my body.

"I'm going to make coffee," she said, giving me another quick kiss on the shoulder and heading to the kitchen. I wanted to take the initiative, do something that she considered useful. It had nothing to do with that threat from the night before of having to do the work myself. No, not at all.

"Wait, wait," I said, following her closely. She looked at me curiously, already entering the kitchen. "I want to make it."

She laughed sarcastically, shaking her head.

"Do you even know how to do it?" She asked with a mocking face. I frowned and nodded, sure of myself.

"Of course, I've seen you thousands of times," I said, starting to regret it. Melisha laughed, leaning against the counter, crossing her arms.

"Okay, go ahead, brat," she said without taking my eyes off of her.

Taking a breath, I looked for everything I thought I remembered. My hands went to one of the saucepans. A fake cough interrupted me just as I was going to put it on the fire. Melisha shook her head with an amused expression.

I tried to maintain my composure, picking up another now smaller saucepan. This time she didn't say anything, so it was going well.

At least in the end I was able to do it, with vague and amusing instructions that were limited to nodding or shaking her head.

Those moments are the ones that really made my heart beat fast, the moments when that woman stopped being cold and unpleasant and her blue eyes looked at me with affection.

"It didn't turn out that bad, uh?" I said with a satisfied smile. She sighed in defeat after taking a sip of the freshly brewed coffee.

"You win, brat," she said, looking up. She still had a hard time not being right, but less and less.

"Will you help me to collect the eggs? I have prepared you a delicious coffee," I said in a low voice, giving her a little push. She laughed again, looking at me over her shoulder.

"Oh, don't think you're going to get away..." She murmured, bringing the cup back to her lips. I shrugged and huffed, faking a tantrum.

"Come on, I didn't laugh with bad intentions. You have to admit that that shower cap is very funny," I said, leaning next to her.