There was a smile in Rose's eyes as she climbed into my bed, her shapely legs exposed to me. I wrapped my arms around her. Her skin was warm. Her breath was blowing in my ears.
I could hear a door open, but I was lost in a world of red hair and peach-smelling skin. I could hear footsteps nearing my door, but I dismissed them as Rose's lips hit mine.
My door opened.
We split apart; not fast enough.
My father saw everything. He saw the way my hand tangled in her hair. He noted the way her arms were around my neck. Clothes – hers and mine – were strewn precariously on the floor.
Rose just stared at my father, as my father just stared at me. I stared anywhere but my cousin or my dad.
My heart beat ferociously in my chest.
My dad's mouth was hanging open, a look of concentrated confusion on his face.
I was cold from the absence of her skin on mine. Rose's eyes were wide with horror and shiny with tears.
Dad's mouth moved and I saw the word form on his lips before I heard the emotionally drained note of: "Why?"
And I didn't have an answer.
Well, what a productive day I'm having….
I got up before elven and took my dog for a walk and I've already typed up some of the one-shots I wrote a few days ago. And it's only five past two. Ooo; I'm not even normally out of bed until now.
(I REALLY need to get a life. Or a boyfriend…)