Standing in your way

Chapter 18

"That's my apartment" I point at the door as we approach

"I already know" she releases a small laugh, I do the same too but out of embarrassment

"Yeah, I forgot" I take the keys from my bag and we stop at the door, I try to put them in the lock but I can't

"Come on" I try to push the keys in again and turn them but nothing. In all this Lydia is behind me, I feel her breathing on my neck which only makes me more nervous

"Wait" she puts her hand on top of mine and twists the key slightly, then pushes in the lock and manages to open the door.
At the touch of her hand on top of mine my breathing stops, her chest rests against my back, I could go crazy at any moment

"Thank you" I say almost in a whisper and quickly open the door to get away from her. She enters and closes the door behind her

"I like your house, it's nice" I put the keys on the table near the door and remove my coat

"Thank you, but nothing compared to yours. However, if you want to take off your coat, go ahead, I'll go to the kitchen to get a drink" she nods as she approaches the clothes hanger

I open the shelf where I keep the glasses for drinks, take two, then open the other shelf where I keep the alcohol. There was a lot of choice, but I decide to go with whiskey. Risky as a choice knowing that I get drunk easily? Yes

I go back to the living room and put the things on the table in front of the sofa, she is standing looking around. More precisely, he looks at a photo on the cabinet where I keep all the photographs, I move closer to see which one he was looking at

"Oh I need to get rid of that photo, it's me and my ex girlfriend" I say approaching her, she shifts her eyes to another photograph

"Who is she?" points to a photo of my mother and father when they were young

"My mother when she was young with my father" I see a slight smile appear on her lips

"She looks a lot like you, she's beautiful" I lower my gaze, am I wrong or did she just give me an indirect compliment? She moves away and sits on the sofa, I move closer and do the same

"Whiskey, good choice" takes the bottle and uncorks it, smells the alcohol and then pours it on both glasses. I take my glass and sip some alcohol

"Can I ask you a question?" I break the silence that has formed and put the glass down
"Go ahead"

"Tell me about your family" I say, I feel the alcohol already hitting 

"It's not a question" she puts down her glass

"Can you do it anyway?" she exhale and rests her back on the sofa with her legs slightly apart

"To tell the truth, I haven't heard from them for a long time, we've never had a great relationship" she stops

"My father" she begins again "He left me and my mother when I was a child. As a girl he tried to have a relationship with me again but I always rejected him"

"I am sorry"

"My mother,on the other hand, when I turned eighteen I left home. She expected too much from me and then didn't accept me because I was a lesbian" she sits up and looks at her hands, my gaze fixed on her face

"I'm so sorry"

"Don't, I don't need sympathy" she replies coldly, I fall silent understanding that it's not an easy topic to talk about

"Tell me about yourself instead" she finishes the liquor and looks at me

"Well I've always had a good relationship with my parents, unfortunately when I turned nineteen my father died from an illness, but my mother is still alive and we talk often" I smile at all the memories of me and my father that I remember pass before my eyes

"I'm sorry about your father" I shake my head feeling tears welling up in my eyes. I know it's an old fact now but I still can't process his death and talking about it widens a wound that has never closed. Plus  the alcohol dosen't help
I run a hand over my cheek to wipe away the tear, she moves closer to me placing her hand on my thigh

"Helena" she calls me softly, I almost don't recognize the tone of voice. I feel her warm hand rest on my cheek, she turns my face to meet hers"Sorry, I didn't want to start the conversation" her eyes look for mine, I avoid them"It's okay, really, I'm sorry" I place my hand on top of her on my cheek, her thumb wipes away another tear that rolls down my face

"Don't waste this beautiful face crying," she smiles, our faces closer than ever

"Thank you, really" I smile, I see her eyes lower to my lips for a tenth of a second. She suddenly pulls away

"I feel a little hot" she takes off his jacket and unbuttons her shirt, my eyes fixate on those skilled hands, my mind clouded by the effect of alcohol

"Something wrong?" she asks

"Why?"

"You stare at me" I smirk looking into her eyes, all of a sudden the sadness disappears leaving room for an unusual confidence

"I always stare at things I like" I lick my lips looking down at her shirt again, she raises an eyebrow

"And what do you like doll?" not the pet names.

Fuck, I feel the wetness growing between my legs, I squeeze them to relieve some tension. Her eyes land right there, she smirks

"Can you tell?" I provoke her by crossing my legs, the slit of the dress rises even more on my thigh, suddenly she gets up from the sofa and stands in front of me, my face at the level of her pelivs. Her index and middle fingers rest under my chin, she lifts my face

"I can always tell by the way you look at me at rehearsals love" her left hand in her pocket, her hair falling slightly over her face, the position. Everything about her drives me crazy, I would let her destroy me. My breathing becomes heavy, I open my legs slightly to provoke her even moreHer eyes widen slightly at my gesture

"Close your legs" she says in her husky dominant voice

"Or what? Does it bother you?" her fingers move around my chin and then slowly move down towards my neck

"You're a teaser"

"I know" I reply confidently

"But you like being teased, don't you" my confidence disappears immediately, she knows how to put me back in place

"You always tease me, even when I host you in my house" I release a slight gasp, the grip around my neck intensifies

"Fucking yourself at my house, and then act all innocent" she was almost whispering while looking down at me with her hands wrapped firmly on my throat, she was enjoying herself. I let out a small whineHer curses only make the situation between my legs worse.

We remain still, staring at each other in that position for another few seconds that seem like hours. She takes her hand off my neck and looks at her watch

"It's time to go, it's getting late" I bite my lip looking down as she walks away to get her coat. I get up from the couch and straighten my dress

"Goodnight Helena" she says as she opens the door and walks out

"Goodnight Lydia" I say almost whispering. My voice was almost gone, my breathing heavy, God the effect she has on me As I put the glasses away I stop to think, what just happened between us?

Why did she approach you that way?

What does she want from me?

"Fuck you Lydia"