AN: This is a really tiny part, but I hope you forgive me considering the next one's coming tomorrow morning. I so appreciate all the nice comments I got about the first part of the story, thank you!
Part 2"'Morning," Harm looks up at me, where I'm standing buttoning the blouse I wore yesterday.
"Hey," I say. I look at him quickly, but I look down on the floor just as quickly with the excuse that I need to find my socks.
He gets up from the bed and puts on his boxers. Now I was definitely not looking at him. He goes into the kitchen and I can hear him putting on a pot of coffee. If only I could find my sock I could get out of here. One of them I had found and now I was trying to find the other one under the bed.
"Is this what you're looking for?"
I quickly get off the floor and see the sock hanging from his hand.
"Yep, that's it." I walk up to him, take it and sit down on the bed to put them on. As I walk towards the door where my jacket lays thrown on the floor, he follows me.
"Mac, hang on a minute. I want to make you breakfast. The girls aren't going to wake up in a while yet. You can stay …"
"Harm, this is not the kind of thing where you have to make me breakfast afterwards, OK?" The anger that has surrounded me this last week is back with me. If I don't let it out one way or another it will suffocate me.
"Mac, I have no idea what kind of thing this is," he points from me back to him. He's stepped around me and now stands between me and the door. "We need to talk …"
"We don't need to do anything," I snap at him.
"Mac, you're the one who showed up here. You're the one who started this. You don't have the right to come here and … and then just leave without an explanation."
"You didn't seem to need any answers yesterday."
"All I wanted was to be there for you. I know you're not doing so well right now, Mac. I don't' know what happened yesterday. What it was, I don't know, but we do need to talk about this, Mac. There's too much at stake."
"Harm, I … Thanks for last night. I need to get home now," I try to say as nonchalantly as I can. I step around him and grab a hold of the doorknob.
"Mac," he reaches out and grabs my arm to stop me from leaving, but I don't turn around to look at him. "I'm sorry, Mac, I should have stopped it yesterday. You were vulnerable … I'm so sorry."
"Harm, as you said I'm the one who came here and started everything. I take full responsibility for what happened." I start walking again and since he doesn't want to physically hurt me he's forced to let go of my arm.
TBC