Antipodes

Eighteen

*Warning: some sexual content, no big deal (in my opinion).*

They were lying on his bed for some hours already. Face to face, eyes in eyes. They didn't speak a lot. In fact, they didn't even remember how they ended up in this bed. It was as an awake dream. There was no more space, no more time, only him and his grey-green eyes. There was no more fatigue, no more pain, only her and the ice-cold ocean of her eyes. She smiled at him and closed her eyes. He put his hand on her cheek.

"Don't close your eyes", he whispered. "Don't even blink". She laughed at him.

"I cannot not blink, it's a human reflex", she whispered back at him.

"You are the most beautiful creature of the entire universe", he said. She felt her cheeks become red.

"Why, that was cheesy". He laughed and kissed her reddened cheek. 

"Since when are you so shy?", she asked teasing him. He grabbed her by her waist and dragged her to him. He kissed her passionately then let go of her.

"Again", she said.

"No", he responded. "I'm too shy", he added hiding his face behind a pillow.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me", she exclaimed kicking in his pillow.

"That was my eye!", he screamed in pain throwing the poor pillow away.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!", she said kissing his eye. "Are you okay?". He didn't answer her question but instead he pinned her down on the bed. He took her face in his hands, looked at her straight in the eyes then kissed her again. He started unbuttoning her dress and kissing her neck. She buried her hands in his thick hair and pulled him closer - if that's even possible. She took off his shirt and pushed her nails into his skin.

"Ouch! You're a savage", he whispered. 

"But you like it", she whispered back at him nibbling ever so gently on his earlobe. By that time, he was already in her panties and she was moaning. They had sex twice that night and he would have went for a third round if she didn't stop him. He couldn't get enough of her. He took a cigarette from the bedside table and lit it. She glared at him. 

"I'm hungry", he complained. "And you refuse to feed me", he added blaming her. She laughed.

"You're insane!", she exclaimed kissing him on the back of his neck.

"Insanely in love with you", he said putting his head on her stomach. 

"I love you to bits", she said smiling at him.

He didn't remember falling asleep. He hadn't slept for days. In fact, he hadn't had a proper sleep since the last time he saw her. The main reason was because he just couldn't close his eyes without all what he tried to repress surfacing again and again. And that was the main reason that pushed him back to therapy, he wanted to sleep like a normal person and for that he needed to get rid of his oldest and darkest demons. Of course, he could just have told Zoe about it but he didn't want to freak her out. He blinked at the blinding light, his vision all blurry. He rolled on the bed, she wasn't there. He rubbed his eyes and sat on the bed, stretching. He looked for his clothes on the floor and found nothing. He decided to go for a shower first. His back burned him when he opened the valve, she didn't spare him. 

He entered the kitchen and found her opening and closing the cupboards, looking for something. She was wearing his clothes, the ones he was looking for this morning. He went on his tiptoes and stole a kiss from her. She kissed him back, smiling. He slid his hands under her t-shirt, she tried to push him away.

"What?", he asked irritated. 

"I need tea first", she said. "And you don't have any". He opened the cupboard just above her head and took out a red metal box from it with a "T" scribbled on it.

"Tea", he said. 

"What? I've been looking for it for half an hour!". He shushed her by putting his lips on hers, they fitted perfectly. 

"I don't care about your tea", he said lifting her by her waist and putting her on the counter. He slid his hands slowly from her legs up to her thighs, under his boxer shorts. She moaned.

"Your sister is here", she said in a weak voice. He shushed her and she let go, it was too good, better than her usual morning tea. He took off her t-shirt and kissed her collarbone down to her breats. She attracted him closer pulling on his hair. She took off his shirt and he pinned her down on the counter pulling on her legs.

"Are you guys fucking on the counter?", said a surprised voice behind them. Zoe reached for the t-shirt and hid her naked breasts. Ryan mumbled a "Fuck" and turned around to face his sister. She covered her eyes with her hand.

"Are you... naked?", she asked.

"Didn't get the chance yet", he replied calmly. "What the fuck are you doing here?". Zoe was not that calm. She put on the t-shirt and came down from the counter, then crossed her arms on her chest like a little girl caught doing something bad.

"I live here", she answered.

"Right", he remembered. "But you said you were going to stay at Sam's for the weekend".

"He's waiting for me downstairs, so yeah. Okay, bye!". She went straight to the front door keeping her head down. When she closed the door behind her, Zoe let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Well, that was weird", she commented.

"Totally", he said laughing.

"This is not funny!", she said preparing her tea.

"Oh come on! It's just my sister", he reassured her.

"She doesn't like me".

"What are you talking about? She loves you".

"She said she couldn't stand people who mess with other people's feelings", she started. He wanted to say something but she cut him. "Look, maybe we should stop".

"What? What do you mean?"

"I don't know... I just...", she started.

"I knew it. I fucking knew it".

"Ryan, I haven't been the most honest with you..."

"If you have something to say, just say it". He was getting mad now.

"Maybe we should sit down", she suggested.

What she told him left him speechless. He couldn't believe what he just heard. He was like paralysed. Maybe he was just having a nightmare, yes, it was just a nightmare. He took a deep breath without looking at her, not even once. He opened his mouth to say something but no words came out of his mouth. He felt the rage building inside him. She reached out her hand to him and he suddenly rose up.

"Ry...", she started.

"Don't you fucking touch me, Zoe".

"Can you just listen to me for one second?", she begged him.

"I heard enough, get out of my house".

"I'm sorry I lied...", she said crying.

He didn't even make the effort to answer her. He headed to his bedroom, came back with a tee shirt and a pair of shoes. She looked at him not really knowing what to say or what to do. She was crying and blaming herself for even telling him. But he had to know, she couldn't keep such a secret just for herself. He took his pack of cigarettes and his laptop.

"You better be gone when I go back", he said slamming the door behind him.

She lost him now. For good.