Twisted Turnaround

Chapter 24

ANDREA

The next few weeks go somewhat smoothly. I don't do anything other than go to my classes, take my shifts at the library, and then do my homework in between. Going into my second trimester of practice means that I am throwing up so much less, which is something I have been looking forward to. It is very nice to not have a wave of nausea go over me at random times. Last I had waves of nausea in the middle of my lectures sometimes and barely made it to the bathroom to puke. Being excited about that phase ending is an understatement.

These few weeks have gone okay between Miles and me. He respects me, and I do the same to him. It's weird how the both of us fall into a routine of living with each other. When I wake up, I'm able to go to the bathroom first because Miles doesn't wake up until later. I'm usually the first one asleep, and when Miles is doing work prior to that, once I get in bed, he moves his work to the living room. I do the same for him. I usually spend my time studying in the bedroom, and Miles allows me to use it hours at a time.

Sometimes he would rather watch me study than tell me he needed the room. I had caught him a few times, but all he did in return was smile. Like the idea of watching me when I wasn't aware was normal or something. I have gotten used to Miles kindness toward me as well. About how well he treats me, and I'm proud to say that I have yet to hit him again. That is some serious progress on both of our parts.

Speaking of, the progress of the attraction between the both of us is kind of getting bad. I mean, with my hormones on override, I feel hornier than usual, and Miles is just there. So I ogle at him from time to time. It's weird, but the idea of touching him is so severe that it's all I think about.

One time he had looked over at me from the couch and asked, "Are you okay?"

"If you are okay with having sex with me again," I had blurted, and that made his eyebrows turn down at me. My cheeks were flaming at the embarrassment, but I doubted he had even heard me through my abrupt speaking. But his interest peeked at my reaction, so he asked, "Sorry. You were asking something of me?"

I felt the embarrassment only heighten at the moment as I slipped a hand on top of my face. I was sacred to look through my fingers while he was staring right at me. It's as if he knew exactly what I had said but was asking for confirmation. It was worse than him hearing me clearly the first time. "Oh my God," I had whispered through my mortification. "I didn't just ask you that."

"What did you ask me of?" Miles asks, not making this situation any better for me. "Because I think I heard you ask me to have sex with you."

Oh my God. My mortification reached its full potential as I shrieked midway through his sentence. I turned away from him, but he was now getting off the couch. When I feel him coming toward me, I walk fast and try to duck into our bedroom. Miles stops me with a hand on my waist though and spins me around to look at him. I was sure my tan skin was red by now and skin was flushed all the way down to my neck. He peers down at me, fingers playing at my waist as he asks, "Was I correct?"

"Miles stop," I groaned, a little breathless from our contact. "It's embarrassing, okay? I'm just hormonal and extremely horny, and  you—well you have been with me before." I squeeze my eyes shut hard before I say, "Please stop touching me."

"Why?" he teased.

"Because your touch is already heightening my desire to unleash all this horniness" I shout. My words all jumped together, but I know he hears me. His fingers stop playing at my waist, and his touch is lighter now. He looks down at me, and our eyes catch in a stare so intense I'd swear he was touching me in another way. His eyes darted back and forth through mine before his eyes had darted to my lips. So fast that I could have missed it if I wasn't waiting for it. He brings his lips close to mine and whispers, "Maybe if it will help you relax, I'll have a sex with you."