*7*

The tension between me and Elsa is so strong that I can hardly endure being in the same car with her during our ride home from the movie theatre Every time she touches me accidentally while she fumbles around on the radio stations I jump. It is a miracle that we make it home without crashing against a tree or another car.

"Are you mad at me because the movie sucked? You shouldn't have let me pick one."

"I'm not mad at you."

"But you're so quiet."

I sigh deeply and turn the engine of the car off.

"Not everyone likes talking as much as you do."

Crap. That came out so rude. God damn it, Anna. You're so stupid.

Elsa's face reddens and she leans forward, pretending to tie her shoe laces again. Unfortunately that gives me a deeper view right into her cleavage and I feel the blood rushing into my groin when I see the black lace of her bra looking so temptingly against her pale skin.

"I'm sorry," both of us whisper simultaneously.

A shy smile flashes over Elsa's pretty face and I want to plant a soft kiss over the cute dimples in her cheeks so very badly that my lips start prickling nervously.

"There was something strange about that red-headed woman we met at the movie theatre. I just don't know what it was. Maybe I've seen her before somewhere."

For a split second I wonder if it could be that Elsa has seen one of Vicky's movies. The thought makes me sick to my stomach. The hardcore porn shit Vicky's boyfriend/pimp/manager is producing with her isn't something I would like Elsa to see. She seems so innocent to me, like she knows nothing about the evil in the world.

"From where do you know her?"

"Doesn't matter," I mumble, remembering that my self-support group has its monthly meeting tomorrow night. Maybe I should discuss my unwanted feelings for the beautiful blonde-haired woman, who is living with me now, with them. I make a mental note to give it a try. Usually I talk to Kristoff when I have anything that bothers me but as he's away on his honeymoon with his witch of a wife, I can't discuss my problems with him.

"I'll be reading in my room to not disturb you anymore with my permanent talking." Elsa mumbles, grabbing a book from the wooden shelf in my living room.

Before she turns around I place my hand on her forearm, trying to ignore the tingly feeling in my stomach as our skin touches.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that when I told you that not everyone likes talking so much as you. I like that you are so bubbly, I really do."

She reaches out her hand and twists a wisp of my long hair around her fingers, playing a bit with it before letting it go with a deep sigh.

"I don't get you."

"What?"

"I don't get you. Sometimes, I feel like as if you feel the same attraction towards me than I feel for you but then you always shrug back. It's as if you were afraid to burn yourself if you touch me."

"Elsa, please. I am not for right for you. As I already told you I'm different…kind of."

"You've only been with men before. It's understandable that it makes you nervous that you feel drawn towards a woman now."

"I'm not attracted to you. You're seeing things that aren't really there."

My heart cramps painfully in my chest. Of all the lies I have told her so far, this seems like the worst. It's because as soon as the words are out of my mouth I see the disappointment in her blue eyes.

She nods her head and goes to her room while I remain sitting on the couch to zap through the channels until I can't keep my eyes open anymore.

The door to my bedroom is pulled open, and I swallow hard when she closes the distance between the door and my bed with a few graceful steps. She's completely naked and when she sits down next to me, I lean forward, cupping her small breasts in my hands to massage them until the tiny nipples are hard against my palms.

"You want me, don't you? I can feel it." her voice is hoarse against my ear while her dainty hand moves underneath the blanket to wrap her warm fingers around my shaft.

"So hard for me, aren't you?"

I kiss her lips, letting my tongue glide inside her mouth with a loud groan.

Pulling her on top of me, I can feel the slick wetness on her bare pussy lips against my length as I rub it up and down a bit, coating myself in her warm essence.

"Fuck me. Oh please fuck me."

Her moans make my dick throb with need and the moment I push inside her tight heat, I wake up again. My skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. My sheets are sticky with the aftermath of my release.

I change them with trembling hands and because I know that there is no way for me going back to sleep, I grab the ruined sheets from the ground to start the laundry.

"Can't you sleep?" A tired voice mumbles behind me and I drop the stain remover to the ground.

"Crap,"

"Did I startle you? I'm sorry about that."

"Elsa, please stop apologizing all the time. It makes me feel awkward."

"I'm sor- Forget it. I feel like I'm doing everything wrong with you."

"It's not you. It's just me. You are confusing me so much. I like you but we can't be together. It's impossible."

She stands up on her toes and plants a kiss on my cheek, caressing my hair with her fingertips before she speaks up again.

"Tell me you don't like me."

"I do like you. I just can't be with you. I'm not right for you."

"You keep repeating yourself. Don't you think that I should be the one to decide who is wrong or right for me?