Chapter 11 – Get out of the Kitchen
He had been in the dog house with her for a week now. She had overheard him not-denying that they were an item.
When he said he was protecting her she got angry. He didn't get it, did she was the hippy's all over her? Did she want to date? Surely that was madness, they could be rescued any minute and her little boyfriend would be left behind. He didn't like that idea.
When he said he was preserving their friendship, the answer he got was more unsettling. She explained they couldn't be like this forever. One of them would meet someone and move on. They couldn't stay like this, living together, spending all their time together forever.
The thought had genuinely never crossed him mind.
She avoided him at the beach party. So he sat and sulked and enjoyed the view of the bikini clad hippies in the sunshine.
He kept one eye on her, just to make sure she was OK. She chatted and mingled with people, it looked like polite conversation. But too many men made their way over for his liking.
It was a hot day and she had on a skirt cut to above the knee, and a thin strappy top, he didn't know why she had to show so much skin. Yeah he had taken his top off but was she just inviting men to look?
She eventually made her way over to him, laying down next to him resting on her elbows and eyes closed.
She told him she thought she better come keep him company, people were starting to ask if they had broken up. She flashed him a grin and he felt butterflies.
When they got in later that day and went into the kitchen to tidy up the mess they had left for the other that morning, she turned her back on him and started to wash up.
She had her hair up, revealing her neck, it was pale and smooth, very very kissable, he licked him lips.
'James?'
He snapped out of it as she looked at him questionably.
He needed to get laid.
He needed to get out of the kitchen . . . .
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She was so angry with him for making out that they were together. She was not his property.
Did he really think this arrangement would last, not that she didn't enjoy his friendship and the closeness.
She gave him the cold shoulder for a while, she needed to think. Maybe starting to spend less time together was a good idea. It would make it easier for when they couldn't depend on each other as much.
The beach party was the last thing she wanted to do, but questions would be asked if she didn't attend, so she pasted on a grin and went outside.
He was on a towel in the sunshine sulking. She must have dinted his ego. He didn't like not being in control of a relationship.
He had taken off his shirt and was getting admiring glances from the women on the beach. He was oblivious, probably because nobody dare approach him because of the foul look on his face.
She knew he was keeping an eye on her, she felt bad for ignoring him. It felt unnatural.
Most people were polite and didn't ask why they weren't together. Some people did pry, Juliet just smiled politely and said she was just socialising.
Soon she had enough of the bland small talk and men looking her up and down since James wasn't near her to scowl at them for even looking. She made her way over to him. When she made the joke about them breaking up he looked wary. Probably worried about another round of the argument, she laid it to rest, it looked like he had learnt his lesson.
The next day it was still stifling hot. She got James to have a look at the kitchen cupboards as they were a little stiff.
She walked in as he was reaching up to the top of the cupboards, his shirt rising and showing the sun browned skin around his waistband. She could see the fine hair that would lead up to his navel and licked her lips.
'Juliet?'
She came crashing back down to earth.
He needed her to hold something.
It had been a while since she had been with a man.
She needed to get out of the kitchen . . . .