You Don't Own Me

The Man Who Got The Sparkly Eyes At The Sight Of His Sister

Theresa Millan

[6] I gasped breathlessly as I cupped my face, moving my hands up as I tangled them in my hair. My body jumped, my hands gripped my arms as they crossed against my chest. My body was shaking as he kissed down my neck. "Relax, I'm not going to have sex with you."

I stepped away from him and turned around with my arms still crossed in front of my chest. He raised his hands up in surrender mode. "I'm just here to shower." I looked at him warily, "Believe it or not." He shrugged, getting underneath the handle as he washed himself.

I shifted my eyes around, grabbing the bath gel to soap my body. I watched him carefully as I soaped my body, stepping toward the handle. He moved away and soaped his body, watching me as I washed off the soap, my eyes shifting away from his.

Not wanting to be around him anymore, I stepped out of the pouring water and slid the door open, wrapping a towel around me as I slid the door back close. I picked my clothes and other things of use, heading out of the bathroom.

I dressed as quick as I could and headed toward the bed, scooting to the edge and covered my body with the covers, snuggling as I closed my eyes. The TV was interrupting my sleep so I reached for the remote and turned off the TV.

That's better. 

I patted the pillow and rested my head on it, closing my eyes. The bathroom door opened and I popped my eyes open, watching as Houlton walked toward his closet, turning the lights on.

As much as I didn't want to look my eyes focused on the dropping towel. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Please just sleep Theresa. I heard when he turned off the lights and heard his footsteps walking toward the bed.

He got underneath the covers and I prayed for him to stay on his side, pressing my eyes close and grazing down my bottom lip. The TV was turned on and I pinned my lips together, my hands gripping the pillow.

Theresa, forget it. Just sleep. I forced myself to sleep but I couldn't, I've never slept with the TV on, it makes me wake up with a headache. "Houlton, I can't sleep with the TV on." I turned to look at him.

He shrugged, "Well I can't sleep with the TV off." I wanted to tell him something but I controled myself, turning back around and forced myself to sleep, shifting around as I groaned.

I put my head underneath the pillow and pressed it down with my hands, closing my eyes. Houlton chuckled, my head shot up to glare at him. "You're doing this on purpose!" I glared at him.

"I'm not, I seriously can't sleep without the TV on. Unless you're willing to cuddle with me." He said and I gaped, narrowing my eyes at him. He is tricking me, just like he did with the so called rule thingy. "Well the TV stays on then."

The nerve wrecking thing of it all was that he just kept shrugging his shoulders, not caring that I wouldn't be sleeping the entire night. "Fine!" I leaned over and turned off the TV, scooting toward him.

He opened his arms and pulled me toward him, my hand on his chest. Not gonna lie, his warm arms around me made me feel more comfortable than the sheets wrapped around me.