Scream

Kevin was by her side on the couch, the same way he had been when she had fainted in front of the cafe. He had insisted that he take her home, and she tried to assure him that he did not have to, but she secretly did not mind that he was with her because she was shaky. Sitting on the couch now, she squeezed his hand tightly for support.

Still shaky.

Gen felt like she should thank him, but she was not able to. It was seeing him, his proximity that incapacitated her. That made her woozy, and he was still there, and she was holding his hand tightly.

He held her feet. One foot was bare, and the other still had on the stiletto she had so confidently worn after her date with Trace. The way Kevin touched her soothed her and relaxed her. Their physical interaction had never been a cause for trouble between them.

It was everything else between them that was troublesome.

She squeezed his hand more, and he took her other shoe off. Barefoot and on her side, Gen felt vulnerable. He held her ankle, and she looked at him from the pillow on the couch.

“Are you okay now?” he asked, and she nodded because, like in a dream, she feared no one would hear her if she screamed.

She could not scream, still holding his hand so tight. He squeezed her hand before he let go and got up.

The ease with which he moved around her apartment intimidated her. But he used to be there all of the time when they were together. Did she think he had forgotten the territory? He went over to her tiny bar and poured her a glass of red wine from an open bottle. Kevin knew how she was about opening a brand new bottle, and some of her bottles were not meant to be drunk just yet.

She took the glass of wine, and she remembered when he used to pour something for both of them to drink and loosen his tie.

Kevin did not loosen his tie, but he stared at her. Gen took a sip of her wine and stared back at him. She was silent like she was in a dream; there was nothing she could say as she put the glass down. Gen got on her back and placed her legs over his lap. Kevin held her feet for a bit, never taking his eyes off of her.

It was so familiar, and it felt so good. It felt like the other kind of dream, too, the desire for it never to end. Her heel grazed his crotch, and he was already getting hard, so there was nothing for them to say to each other.

Kevin loosened his tie, and she was already wet. She screamed inside as he unbuttoned his shirt — for what she wanted and what she should not have.

This is the seventeenth story in a series. You can read the first one here. You can read the last in here.