A Shard Of Yesterday

Chapter 6: Bingo!

Cora.

Birds chirp, a jolt of icy water wakes me but I don't open my eyes. Dew drips on my face, but this pillow is so comfy and hard at the same time. It's warm, inviting me back to sleep. Damn, guess sleep wins this round.

More droplets fall on my head. I stretch, eyes still closed, to wipe them away. My hand brushes something rough. Curiosity piqued, I touch it again.

I fly my eyes open and I'm surprised of the position I'm in, my hand grazing Arlo's chin, my head resting on his chest, his hands pinning me on top of him. I can't ignore the hard thing pressed on my stomach. As I try to squirm free from his hold, he presses me back, I stare into his sleeping face trying to see if he is aware of what he's doing.

He better let me go.

How the hell did I end up on top of him? I try once more to dislodge his hand from my waist, but his grip tightens. He must be really tired to let this happen; otherwise, he'd be fighting tooth and nail not to be in this proximity.

"Don't move," he grunts, his voice rough with sleep. I roll my eyes, again trying to pry his hand from my waist as I shift atop him, only to have that hard thing press into me more forcefully.

Oh my God!  is he hard right now?

"Wake up, asshole" I snap, slapping his perfectly sculpted face. But his eyes remain stubbornly closed.

"Seriously?" I scoff, "Don't tell me you're enjoying this." He neither flinches nor opens his eyes, so I slap him harder. Finally, his eyes crack open slowly. Okay, that's not exactly the reaction I expected. I was hoping for frightened.

He glances away, lost in his own world, his silence heavy. His grip on my waist tightens, his erection pressing against my stomach. Despite the undeniable heat building between us, I can’t ignore the dampness spreading between my thighs.

Before my hormones completely consume me and I do something regrettable, I slap him harder. He jolts awake from his reverie, his eyes flashing with anger. He stares at us, our proximity apparent, before shoving me with such force that I land hard on my butt. Pain shoots through me.

"Seriously, Arlo? Was it necessary to shove me like that when you were the one holding me captive?" I glare at him. He avoids my gaze, his eyes focused on himself, as if he's disgusted by something.

Well, he thinks I've jinxed him. Such drama.

He says nothing, just stands up and grabs my phone. After a quick glance, he switches it off and tosses it back to me

"You have an uncanny ability to invade my personal space. Perhaps some lessons in etiquette are in order so that next time you don't take advantage of me in my sleep"

A sardonic laugh bursts from my lips. ''Taking advantage of you? Are you serious? News flash, you were the one clinging to me like a koala. I tried to push you off, but you were relentless". I scoff, adjusting my hair. ''Now, tell me, who wouldn't react that way to a pervert?"

"And who exactly was the instigator of this little predicament, hmm? Your atrocious sleeping habits are to blame. You're clingier than a barnacle in a storm," he snaps.

"Oh my God, you're acting like a highschool teenager the way you are rambling right now. Don't tell me you've never had a woman on top of you before." I brushed grass off my clothes and stood up.

Scoffing, he blurts out, ''You consider yourself a woman? How funny.''

His statement seemed to unlock deep-seated insecurities about years of abuse, but I forcibly pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind.