Shaforostop It (2015)

Chapter Three - Whatever You Do, Don't Mention It.

I woke up with a heavy feeling clinging to my bones. The sheets of my bed were soft and wrapped around me, and I felt the familiar tickle of Eric tracing small circles on my arm. "Leda..." His voice was soft and comforting. "Leda bear..." I smiled. Suddenly Denis popped into my head, the memory of us kissing in the kitchen. God. Such a good fucking kiss. No. I'm with Eric. fucking hell. I love Eric. He loves me. I sat up quickly and turned away from Eric, my bare back facing him. Should I tell Eric? Would he be upset? Would he leave me? "What's wrong?" He said in a worried tone.

"Nothing." I said quickly. I stood and dressed quickly in Eric's t-shirt, and underwear. "Um, I'm gonna go see if anyone is still passed out downstairs." Last night. I couldn't seem to remember a single detail other than what Denis was doing. I remember watching him talk to Eric. Then I went to the kitchen to get away for a second, and he followed me. Then Denis kissed me and walked away like it was nothing. Then I drank too much. Then Denis kept eyeing me from across the room, like he knew something I didn't. Then I kissed Eric, and over Eric's shoulder I watched Denis adjust his jeans and then all of AA laughed, and pushed Denis towards us. Then instead of walking over to us he walked so close past me that I felt his fingertips on my thigh. He wrote 'NO', so lightly, and kept walking. So light, and so subtle that even if you were paying attention you could hardly notice. But I did. And then Denis left, and then I threw up. And then I passed out thinking about him. I walked to the main floor of my house and into the kitchen. I opened the fridge to see a glass of water with two small pills beside it, and a small note reading 'Morning XO'. I smiled. "Thank you..." I muttered to myself, assuming Eric had been up already and set it out for me. I swallowed both Advils and downed the cup of water before pulling out the leftover boxes of Chinese food from two days before, and putting them down on the counter. When I shut the fridge door, once again. Denis was there. I jumped. "Christ, Denis..." I breathed, my heart racing.

"Morning to you too." He smirked. "I hope you don't mind. I sort of, um, passed out. You're friend Cameron doesn't ever get tired, eh?" I looked down.

"Oh." The thought of them together made my stomach turn, and angry at the same time. Even though he wasn't mine, I still didn't want her to have him.

"No, I didn't mean it like that we never-"

"It's fine." I looked up at him and he smiled. I decided that he was the human embodiment of sunshine. "Hungry?" I offered.

"Ugh...." Denis mumbled hesitantly. "sure, yeah. I'm starving." I nodded and put all the food in the microwave to reheat. Suddenly, given the events of the previous night, I felt awkward eating alone with Denis.

"I'll be right back." I went to walk out of the kitchen but he pulled me directly into a kiss. I went to pulled away but he cupped my cheeks and deepened the kiss. Wrong. Nope. Red alert. Nooo. Eric is upstairs. Denis used his hips to push mine against the end of island. I moved my hands and put them on his chest to push him off gently but then he started kissing down my neck. "Denis stop..." My words turned into a soft moan as he found the sweet spot on my neck. He moved his hands down to my waist, his finger tips slowly grazing the side of my chest and my rib cage. He kissed his way back up my jaw to my lips as he moved my hands to my butt and grasped it oh-so tightly in both hands. We moved our lips perfectly in sync as I moved my hands from his chest to the back his neck, tracing small circles on his warm skin. Denis slid his tongue between my lips and when mine met his all I could taste was cigarettes and alcohol. I pulled him closer and he grinded against me, desperate for some sort of friction. He moved his hands around my hips and down to my thighs, slowly moving my t-shirt out of the way. Just as he slid his hand into my underwear, I heard Eric's voice.

"Woah, hey Denis. I didn't know you were still here." Denis moved his hand and we pulled away quick enough that I knew Eric hadn't seen anything from where he stood on the other side of the counter.

"Yeah," Denis coughed slightly then smiled as if nothing had almost happened. I took a breath before turning to Eric. "Speaking of that I should go. It was nice to meet you, Eric." Denis smiled, then turned to me. He glared at me smugly. "Leda." He straightened his shirt before quickly walking out of the kitchen.

"Ah, what the fuck." I heard Ben grumble.

"Leaving. Now." Then more mumbling, then the door opened and slammed. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to be disgusted with myself. I wanted to hate Denis for being able to distract me so easily. But I couldn't, and I wasn't, and I didn't.

"Oh wow, you already heated up food." Eric beamed as the timer on the microwave dinged. Eric took out the food and sat in the place I had set for Denis. I sat down at my place and put some food on my plate lazily. I held a piece of broccoli up on the end of my fork, examining it. It was soggy, and had become olive green. I dropped the fork to the plate and Eric jumped at the sound. "What-"

"I'm not hungry." I got up from the breakfast bar and walked upstairs.