Scotch and Soda (A.T.)

11 | A vindictive eye of my jealousy I have no control...

Andromeda

I woke up in Alex's arms an hour later after we finished. But somehow this hurt me. Not the sex, but the questions he'd asked me. He'd even mentioned it the first time after Miles left. Why was he always asking me about whether I was sleeping with Miles? I got up out of the bed and put an over-sized black shirt on. I don't know if it's mine or Alex's but I just pulled it down from my head and went into the kitchen to make some tea, hoping it would calm me down. I know Alex was jealous but taking it out on me during sex was just wrong. Or straight forward asking me if I'd been lying especially after my ex insinuated that I was fucking both Alex and Matt and that I was a slut. I wanted to cry now.

I finally got my tea all made with sugar, milk, and honey, I turned around and jumped a bit, spilling a bit of tea on the floor. Alex was standing in the door way, leaning against the frame in nothing but sleeping bottoms.

'Did I scare you, love?' He had this knowing smirk on his face that grew into a smile. I slid past him into the living room where I sat on the sofa and drunk my tea...ignoring him.

'What's 'rong? Was it something I did? Something I said?'

I continued the silent treatment.

'Babe, you have to talk to me, we can't fix it if we don't communi-'

I sighed and turned around to him, 'Do you think I'm a slut?'

Alex

I woke up and found my temptress gone, again. I got up and noticed one of my shirts are missing. So she must be still here. Then, I notice her clothes she stripped out of earlier were there. Ah yes, now that is a memory to keep. I never knew she had a fetish for me hair either. I still can't get her flushed breasts out of my mind. Or her flushed lips and cheeks. I put on some sleeping trousers on only to become slightly 'ard again. I heard some faint sounds down stairs so that's where I made my way. I leaned on the doorframe silently watching her make some tea. She turned around and jumped a bit, then shrugged it off and just walked past me very coldly. What the fuck? What did I do? Then she asked me some stupid question. Do you think I'm a slut?

'What kind of question is that? Are you kidding me?' I scoffed at the ridiculous question.

'Just answer the question Alex!'

'No! Why would you think that I think that!?'

'Because you keep giving Matt and Miles death stares every time they look at me. Remember that night after Miles left? You ask me if Miles made me wet!'

'It was dirty talk!'

'No it wasn't! You thought we were flirting in front of you. From the corner of my eye, I could see you giving him the death stare! And then after my ex insinuated that I was fucking both you and Matt, you asked me if I was a liar! Before that when Miles was comforting me when you were the one who sent him to do just that, you snapped at him, giving him another fucking death stare! And you took that out on me asking me if that was all we did...during sex.'

She said the last two words through gritted teeth. She was right and I knew that. I knew that I shouldn't 'ave asked her about Miles during sex. Especially since I knew that he preferred blondes than brunettes. Seriously just look at his history...all of them were blondes. It was my fault right now that she was hurting. I'd taken my jealously out on her and now I'm getting the lash back. I looked up and saw tears. God that made my heart sink. I walked forward but she stepped back.

'Please darlin' don't do this to me.'

'You did it to yourself! I understood why you punched Atticus in the face. He was out of line.'