Page 32 of The Only Time

“Are you hungry?” she asks.

I turn around and see her grabbing two plates. “I am. But I’m not eating with you,” I grind out.

“Oh, ok. I can just put this in the fridge for whenever you’re ready.”

I take a step closer. “Maybe I don’t want to eat your food, Mia. Maybe I just want to be left alone.”

“What’s gotten into you?” She slams the plate down.

I take another step closer. “What’s gotten into me? You walking around my place in next to nothing, cooking me food like you’re my girlfriend. I don’t need this right now.”

“Fine! I was just trying to be nice!” She takes an abrupt step toward me, her body only inches away. “But I’ll stop it. I’ll leave if I’m too much of an inconvenience.”

She turns to storm away, but I catch her by the arm and spin her toward me. “You can’t leave. It’s not safe.”

She looks me up and down. “I’m not staying here if I’m not wanted, Eric.”

She pulls her arm away, and takes off again, her footsteps thundering down the hall. I try to talk myself out of chasing after her, but I lose.

“Well, that’s tough shit,” I scream as I jog to catch up with her. She turns around at the bottom of the stairs and I continue toward her. “You’re staying.”

“No, I’m not. You don’t want me here.”

“I never said that!”

She laughs bitterly. “You just said it!”

“No! What I said was I don’t need this.” I point back and forth between us. “This fucking attraction!”

Her jaw drops. “Are you kidding me? That’s why you’re throwing a tantrum? Because you’re attracted to me? Well, I’m not attracted to you, so problem solved.”

She starts up the stairs. “Bull shit,” I call as I follow her. “I see the way you look at me. You can’t stop drooling over my body.”

We’re at her door. Before she opens it, she looks me up and down again. “It’s not that impressive. I’ve seen better.”

I slam my hands on either side of the door frame and cage her in. “I don’t believe you for a second. You can’t hide the way those thighs squeeze together when you see me half-naked. I know you’re just trying to ease the throbbing between your legs. I bet I made you so fucking wet downstairs when you were eyeing my dick by the pool.”

“Oh, please. Your dick isn’t even that impressi…” I don’t give her the chance to finish her lie. My lips capture hers, swallowing her words.

I can’t control the fire inside of me that has been stoked by her presence. The world outside disappears as we fight with our mouths. Every move of our lips is another effort to prove a point.

I slide my tongue into her mouth, and she responds with a moan. She reaches around my back, sliding her fingertips up. My hand grips her jaw as our tongues work together in a brutal attempt for control.

My dick begs for some relief, breaking me from the spell. I pull away quickly, my breath is ragged as I take her in. Swollen lips, chest rapidly rising and falling, intoxicating big beautiful brown eyes.

I’m such an idiot. I can’t believe I lost control.

“Fuck,” I yell as I hurry down the hallway to my bedroom.

I slam my door and begin to pace back and forth. That wasn’t supposed to happen. How did it happen? One second, we’re yelling at each other, the next, my tongue is in her mouth and I’m kissing her with everything I have.

Okay, it’s fine. It was one slip up. I won’t let it happen again. I just have to be more careful. Apparently, fighting with her gets me going. Not sure what the hell that’s about.

Despite everything, my dick is still hard after that kiss. But I refuse to jerk off again to the thought of Mia. My attraction to her seems to be a slippery slope, and I need to resist these temptations.

After hiding out in my room for an hour, my stomach growls for the hundredth time. I go back downstairs for dinner, and see that Mia cleaned up, but left a plate for me in the fridge with plastic wrap over it. Even though I want to prove a point that I don’t need her or her cooking, I can’t resist it. I warm it up and sit by myself while I try to pretend it’s not even that good.

I end up going to bed early but can’t seem to wind down enough to fall asleep. I toss and turn for hours when I hear my door crack open.

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