CYOA Page 232
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lumy12"Wh-what?" you breathe into the pillow.
"Go ahead. Don' mind me."
You turn your face so you can speak -- but, as if Joel can somehow see the furious blush flooding your face right now, you turn away from him. "What are you talking about?" You try to sound as nonchalant and innocent as possible.
"Go on. It's fine." He squeezes your shoulder.
You concentrate on straightening your legs and bringing them together as sloooooowly as possible, to avoid detection. "What is fine? And I thought you were asleep."
He chuckles. "Obviously."
You sigh. "Are you ever going to tell me what you're talking about?" ...I sound pretty fucking convincing! you congratulate yourself.
"I know what you're doin'. It's--"
"I'm not doing anything!"
"What you were doin'. Before I... so rudely interrupted."
You sit up, your back toward him. It effectively removes his hand. "You didn't interrupt anything, because I wasn't doing anything!"
"Hey, calm down. There's nothin' wrong with it. It's--"
"I wasn't doing anything!"
"Well, if you were, you should know--"
"I wasn't! How many times do I have to fucking tell you?!" You stand up. You can barely move in the tiny little room, with the bed taking up almost the entire thing and your stuff taking up most of what's left.
"Where are you goin'?"
You gingerly step over your shit. "Somewhere I don't have to be persecuted for something I didn't even do."
"Persecuted?" He sounds amused. "Don't you think you might be exaggeratin' just a bit?"
You're decidedly not amused. "No! You're being a real dick right now."
"What? Ellie--"
"No -- fuck you!"
In a not-entirely-unpredicted move, Joel scoots down to the foot of the bed and grabs your arm before you go out the door. "Come here, will you?" He tugs you back onto the bed.
"I'm not in the mood to be laughed at -- especially when I don't even deserve it!" But you let him drag you back up to the proper spot on the bed.
"No, I think I know what you were in the mood for."
You groan. "I just fucking told you--"
"I'm sorry -- I'm sorry. I ain't tryin' to make fun of you. You're takin' it the wrong way."
You scoot back over to the side, almost as far as you were when you started doing what you're so fervently denying you were doing. I'm just extra grumpy now cuz he fucking ruined my orgasm. Why'd he have to do that, anyway? Couldn't he just lay there pretending to be asleep? You hear him shifting over to close the gap. "Stay over there. Leave me alone if you want me to stay in this fucking bed." ...Yep, I've resorted to making lame threats now.
He heeds your warning; that's something, at least. "I didn' mean to upset you. If you wanna... finish what you started, I'll be--"
"I didn't start anything!" There's enough venom in your lies that you're starting to believe them yourself... well, okay, not really, but almost?
"Well, if you wanna start it, then, I won't interfere."
Ha! Like you're just going to fucking touch yourself now with Joel right there, silently laughing his ass off! "Whatever, Joel. Good night." Besides, you're definitely not in the mood anymore. You just want to go to sleep and hope he forgets about it by morning.
Joel falls asleep before you again, but this time you wouldn't dare shove your hand back down there even if you were still in the mood. You're not entirely convinced that he's not faking; he really shouldn't have woken up that fast, before. It's not like you were making any noise, or jiggling the bed. You were extremely, painstakingly careful!
Lesson learned: next time, you'd better just make Joel touch you. You don't have any other options!
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carlos
Date: 2021-06-21 04:58 am (UTC)Re: carlos
Date: 2021-06-21 01:47 pm (UTC)