The Last Holiday

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Chapter 11:

I remember staring, openmouthed in disbelief, anger and pain.
I didn't know which emotion ruled, but adrenaline surged toward my heart, beating ferociously and in vain hope.

  The corners of her lips twitched nervously.

"Uhm... Hey", she said, eyes staring deep into mine.

Oh God! This wasn't fair.

"Hi", I said, my voice as low as hers.

She smiled a small smile, pursing her lips nervously.

"Can I ... Can I come in?". She held her hands in front of her flowing golden brown and black spotted gown.

"Uhm....", I looked around, glancing at my well arranged room with its new coat of paint.

The only place she could sit on was my bed, and I didn't, couldn't let today go bye without asking her.

I was done making excuses for her.

"Sure. Come in, lock the door behind you".

"Right". She closed the door quietly, taking long strides to my bed, sinking on to its plush softness.

She looked round the room again, while I took my time getting dressed.

Changing clothes was nothing strange with  her around, after all, we'd explored every angle, every joint, every bud  in our bodies.

Behind me, I could hear her swallow when she saw my wounds.
Just the day before, our church member who  was a registered nurse, had come to check on my wounds, and had insisted they'd heal better and faster without the bandages.

The infection phase was over, and now, because of the force the tight bandage exerted on my body, blood flow to these parts was limited.

I finished dressing, putting on a dark blue Jean short, my brownish black socks, and my huge maroon cardigan shirt.

   Turning round, I saw her watching me intently, and her nipples peaked from her gown.

She'd come braless.

The thought irritated me to no end.

Had she degenerated that far? I mean, yeah, we were both addicted, but it didn't cloud my reasoning. I didn't sport a half hard on every time.

"What do you want, T?", my tired and indifferent voice surprised even me, and I struggled to maintain the poker face I had on.

See? I guess I did have some had ons.

   It seemed she'd expected a warmer response, because she immediately blinked fast, her mouth opening and closing.

I shook my head, still leaning against the wall. "Don't give me that look", I said, bored.

She should up her acting skills. "What. Do. You. Want?"

"Ob, what's wrong? You've been acting strange."

I laughed, a sad sound. "I've been strange?", I scoffed, licking my lips, looking square at her, my right hand sweeping my hair.