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“All right, I can handle that.” I sit in my usual spot on the right side of the couch.
Twyla stops and sort of looks between the sectional and the chair that’s off to one side, as if deciding where she should sit.
I motion to my left. “Sit on the couch. It looks straight on to the TV.”
If she sits in the chair, she’ll have to sit with her neck turned the entire time.
With a shy smile, she sits to my left. Not all the way over in the other corner, but splitting the difference.
I lean forward and grab the remote that controls the TV and the sound system off the table and set up the show.
“You ready for this?” I ask. I’m not sure what to expect from this season, but in general, this show is usually pretty fucked.
“Let’s do it.” She smiles as I press the play button.
I know she doesn’t meanit, but my body doesn’t get the memo because my dick twitches.
We get through the first episode and decide to watch another. I noticed that Twyla was pretty antsy during the first episode, shifting in her seat a lot and flinching whenever a jump scare came on.
At one point in the second episode, she yelps when something happens on-screen and I glance over. “I thought you liked horror stuff?”
She looks at me, teeth pressed into her bottom lip. “I do. It doesn’t mean it doesn’t scare the crap out of me though.”
It’s then I realize that her hands are shaking.
“Jesus, you’re shaking, Twyla. Come here.” I don’t know why I do it, but I lean forward and get up onto my knees, then pull her into my lap and spread my legs, leaning back into the corner of the couch so she’s nestled between my thighs.
I almost let her go when she stiffens, but she relaxes into my hold and lets her head rest back on my chest. The fresh scent of her shampoo—cucumbers, I think—wafts up to my nostrils and it’s all I can do not to bury my nose in her curls.
This is trouble. I know it. And I’m sure Twyla must too, but as I wrap my arms around her, settle them on her stomach, and feel her relax, I can’t muster up the energy to care.
Twyla is like the brightest star in the night sky—of course she commands my attention. Of course I’m attracted to her. And the urge to comfort and protect her feels impossible to ignore.
I don’t know what this means, if anything at all, but I know it’s what feels right in this moment.
We turn our attention toward the show again, but I have no idea what the hell is happening because I’m fixated on every point of contact between our bodies. And I’m concentrating really hard to prevent myself from getting a hard-on. The last thing I need her to think is that I’m some pervert.
Zeus meows somewhere on the floor and Twyla pats her lap. Like the stud he is, he settles on top of her. I swear he almost looks over her shoulder at me with a smug look like, “You wish you could be between her thighs, don’t you?”
We finish the episode, and though no part of me wants to move from this current position, I have to get to bed. My days start early during the season and it’s important to maintain my schedule so I don’t get fatigued.
I click off the TV and we sit in the silence for a moment. I think we’re both wondering what this means. We’ve clearly crossed a line, but what lies on the other side of it?
All words are stuck in my throat, so rather than addressing the neon-pink bedazzled elephant dancing in the middle of the room while wearing a thong, I say, “We’ll have to watch the other episodes soon.”
Twyla shifts Zeus off her lap and stands from the couch. “Definitely.” She doesn’t turn and look at me as she makes her way to the door. “You just let me know what time works for you.”
The closer she gets to the door, the more I feel the need to say something, but I don’t know what exactly. So I keep my mouth shut and she leaves, closing the door quietly.
I stand in place for a moment, staring at the door. Twyla either has to go back to being my teammate’s little sister or become the woman I’m interested in.
Both options scare the shit out of me.
Fifteen
Twyla
“All right. Don’t be such a stranger.” Miles pulls me into a hug that I return.
