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Mom was a lot of things, but she was not dumb. She knew exactly why. Me and Clementine in a small confined space? Alone? It seemed unnatural. Every nerve in my body protested. By the way Clementine’s shoulders stiffened, I could say the same for her.
Fortunately, she picked up the conversation before I did. I had had nothing else to add since yesterday morning, and I really hated repeating myself.
“Elizabeth, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t have to explain myself to you. I have a car and I intend to use it.”
I found it really funny that Clem was all over my mother every time she pushed her buttons, but said nothing to me when I cornered her to organize a fun day. It made me feel good. Like I had some power over her.
Of course, I knew this wasn’t true. No one had power over that nutter.
The two of us got out at the same time. Her car was parked in front of her house. We didn’t speak a word to each other now when we were alone.
Clementine was almost at her car, when she did a one-eighty and bolted straight towards me. A rush went through my body as I watched her approaching me.
“You…you…,” her fists were clenched. She was fighting the urge to punch me. Adorable.
I leaned on my car and yawned. I wanted to make her feel insignificant. Something similar to what she made me feel when I was still in love with her.
“You’re unbelievable,” she spat.
That’s it? Unbelievable? How disappointing.
“So they say. Usually with their clothes off.”
She blushed, and I smirked. Around the others, she acted like a person that had no opinions, no feelings, and no fucking needs to be met. She couldn’t hide from me, though.
I observed her the other day. She received a package. At first she seemed confused. But then she read a note. Her hand began to shake, and when she looked up, I saw her eyes. They were shining with tears.
“You said that nothing’s changed,” she ignored my sexual innuendo. “You told me you’ll stay out of my way. Why, the hell, are you doing this?”
“Why, the hell, did you move in with me?” I shrugged. I just wanted to irritate her some more. I didn’t really care about that now. I was having too much fun with her around.
“I didn’t move in with you,” she growled. “And I had no choice!”
“I don’t believe that, nemesis.”
“Stop calling me that!” she raised her voice.
“Why?” I pushed myself off the car and took a step towards her. “You’re exactly that. My downfall. I can’t escape you no matter how much I try. Your fucking face is haunting me everywhere.”
Clementine didn’t seem to realize it, but we were so close, our bodies almost touched. She looked fascinated and confused. Like a thousand questions were flying inside her pretty head.
I could smell her shampoo. Pink grapefruit. I might or might have not deliberately took showers after her for the past few days just to be able to inhale that smell because let’s face it. Burring my nose in her hair was not an option. I might have also rubbed one out every time I was in the bathroom, picturing her spreading soap all over her naked body.
Maybe I was overwhelmed by her closeness or that smell had already created a shortcut in my brain, signaling my dick to wake up, but I surprised myself with the idea that came to me and the fact that I didn’t even try to suppress the urge of telling her.
“I could play nice,” I started. “But you have to give me something in return.”
“And what the fuck is that?” she snapped at me, completely unaware where I was going with this.
“Well, you don’t have much to offer, do you? I mean, what do you even have left?” I pretended wondering. I lifted my hand slowly enough for her to be able to stop me, but she didn’t move. I ran my thumb over her bottom lip. “Except this.”
“You want me to kiss you?” her voice showed she doubted it, but she was also not moving an inch away from me.
“I wanted you to kiss me when we were fourteen,” I dropped my fingertips down and followed the line of her neck. She shivered. “I want more than that. I wanteverything.”
She wasn’t pushing me away, but still it was a dick move. Blackmailing a girl for sex was a low I never thought I would go to, but hey, I never thought I would be living with Clementine Hartley either. Things changed every now and again.
It’s the celibacy thing. You wouldn’t be so attracted to her if you had sex on regular basis.
