Chapter 9 Tell me what we are

The pity in her eyes was something Peter could not accept it. He grabbed her hand and pulled it away.

'Stop!' He said angrily.

'What?' However, her eyes still looked at him in that way. She still felt sorry about him. There was something more there, but he was too afraid to look deeper. He did not want her pity. He did not want her felt sorry for him. Peter didn't. So why she should be?

'Stop looking at me like that!' He snapped and got off the bed, taking one of the sheets and wrapping it around his thin waist.

Peter stood in front of the window. His eyes gazed outside, but he could not see anything. He still felt her look on his back.

'How am I looking at you?' Claire said quietly and Peter clenched his one hand in fist. He leaned it on the window, but other than that, he did not change his position.

'I don't need your pity, Claire! I don't need to feel sorry about me!' Peter said huskily. He had not heard her got off the bed, but her hands slipped over his waist and laced on his flat stomach. Her head rested on his back and he felt her naked skin touched his body. He took deep breath. 'What are you doing?'

Claire did not say anything at first. Her lips touched his back and she rubbed her nose there. Peter closed his eyes, trying to remain calm.

'I don't feel sorry about you Peter!' Peter heard her soft whisper. 'I lo-…'

'No! Stop!' Peter quickly turned around and put one finger on her lips. 'Don't say that!'

'Why?' Her eyes stared at his, searching for answer. His thumb skimmed over her parted lips and his eyes piercing her.

'Because I don't want to hear it!' He said simple and pulled away, leaving her standing there. She watched him disappeared into the bathroom. Claire sat back on the bed, covering her mouth. That was the last thing she had expected to hear from him. He was the last person who deserved that.

Then she got amazed from herself. Why she even bothered about this? Why she even felt sorry about him? She did not want to get pregnant, right? She was too young and now her education and stuff… Her previous job did not allow her to have serious relationship. Claire did not remember since when she had not had a boyfriend. Was Peter that boyfriend? He looked so much more than that. He was so much more than that. However, was he taking her as a girlfriend or just a partner for sex? Claire was very confused. She shook her head and dressed up his T-shirt, left on the ground. It smelled like him. She closed her eyes and imagined his hands on her. He was like aphrodisiac for her senses, but it was too late for her. She was already addicted.

Claire opened her wardrobe and put on her black panties. That was his favorite color now. Claire could not blame him. It was hers too. Her life was darker as this color. She was empty soul, before Peter. He had come back into her life and now, he was not her knight in white and shining armor. He was her darkest desire. He was the fire burning her inside.

'You wanna something to eat?' Claire opened the door of the bathroom and saw him under the shower with his back on her. She could not resist on the temptation and let her eyes slipped down on his body. She bit her lower lip and felt nice warmth down on her belly.

'Chinese…' he said without even looking back.

Claire coughed to clear her throat.

'Chinese… right.' She said with husky voice and closed the door. 'Okay, Claire… focus!' Claire murmured and pick up the phone. She ate Chinese so often that she had learned the whole Menu.

Five minutes later, she closed the phone. She heard the door of the bathroom opened and saw Peter showing from there. His hair was still wet and small drops of water rolled down over his body. Claire could not stop looking at him. She bit her lip again and her eyes narrowed. It was not hard for him to guess what she was thinking.

'You want to eat me?' Peter rose up his eyebrows.

'Screw you!' She growled and turned around, but he was faster. Peter grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to his wet body. Claire yelped from the shock, but she could not fight. His lips found hers and their tongues met in one very sensitive dance. She felt his hand slipping at the nape of her neck and moaned in his mouth. Her hands grabbed his strong shoulders and squeezed him lightly.

'You are hungry, huh?' He whispered after pulled back and Claire just licked her lips, nodding. Peter laughed quietly.

Two sharp knocks made her pulled back and threw one brief look at the mirror.

'You look beautiful you know?' Peter said sarcastically. 'It's just the Chinese guy… Why are you…?'

'Shut up!' Claire snapped and saw him frowned.

'Whatever!' He said with annoyance and disappeared into her small bedroom.

'One moment!' Claire said loudly and took her purse. She opened the door and started rummaging for some tips.

'Claire?' the voice definitely was not a boyish and definitely was not a Chinese. Claire dropped her purse on the ground and stared in front of her as if she was seeing a ghost.

'Angela?' she whispered.

'What are you doing?' Angela cleared her throat and passed beside her shocked granddaughter.

'I'm…' Claire closed the door, not knowing what else to do.

'I thought I could come and see you.' Angela looked around. She had noticed that Claire wore man's T-shirt and probably nothing more under it. Her bare legs and disheveled hair talked that he was still here. Who was he?

'Well, you saw me!' Claire said and grabbed her arm. 'Bye now!'

'But…'

'Claire!' Peter's voice came from the bedroom and he soon showed up. 'I really need my T-…' He stooped at the door and narrowed. 'Hi mother!'

'Peter!' Angela looked like she would pass out and Peter looked like he did not care.

'What are you doing here?' He asked with hostile voice.

'Peter what… what are you two… doing?' Angela looked shocked from the sight. There was not any room for doubts what they were doing.

'You are not a fool, mother!' Peter shrugged his bare shoulders. He wore only his jeans now. 'Guess!'

'But you.. you can't…' she stammered.

'You have absolutely no right to tell me what I can and cannot do, alright?' Peter crossed arms before his chest. He looked angry.

'She is your niece, Peter!'

'She is mine! Okay! And you could just shut up!'

'Claire…' Angela looked at her, but Claire remained silence. Few days ago, she would talk. Few moments ago, she would agree with Angela. Few seconds ago, she was sure that she could not spend her life with Peter. Now she remained silence.

'You have to go!' She said instead.

'What?' Angela looked surprised.

'You have to go now!' Claire repeated.

'Why you came here?' Peter hissed still furious.

'Family dinner…' Angela succeeded to say.

'What?' Peter grunted out. 'You want us to sit in one table with him?'

'You have to do this!' Angela clenched her jaw.

'No!' Peter snapped.

'You have to do this, because of your nephews, Peter!' Angela said and Claire saw him closed his eyes painfully.

'Don't use them to make me…'

'Peter! Just few hours!'

Suddenly his eyes opened and he smiled against his mother. It was not even a real smile. He just showed his teeth.

'Fine, we'll come!'

'We?' Angela looked at him carefully.

'Claire and I.' He said and his hand slipped around her thin waist. Claire did not move. She just left him do this.

'Peter…' Angela frowned.

'I think that it's time to go mother!' He said and Angela understood that she had to step back this time.

'Tuesday, 8 PM. '

'We'll be there!' Peter said and watched her as she was leaving.

Claire looked at him quizzically. He did not answer. In the next moment she found herself back on the bed, completely naked and feeling his hands over her body. She ended up on top of him. Her palms pressed his chest and he thrusting into her with jerk moves. Claire could not do anything more, but closing her eyes and left her body in his hands. She reached her peak screaming his name and falling over his upper body, gasping for air. It was wild ride, but she liked it.

'Peter?' she asked seconds later and lifted up her head.

'What?' he asked lazily.

'I lo-…' he muffled her words with another kiss.