The Cruel Twists of Love by kathryn morgan-parry Page A

boxer shorts. He removes his shirt when she holds out the blanket for him. His hand touches hers when he takes it from her and she looks down at her feet shy from his small touch on her skin.
    “I don’t understand you ? You bold one minute and shy the next” and tilting her head up and kissing her on the lips and gently putting his hands in her hair and he deepens the kiss. She feels powerless to stop him. Shakily she places her hands on his chest and she can feel his heart beating below her hand and she gently pushes him back, she wanted more than sex with Phil and if she gave in to her feelings for him then that all she would get.
    “ Night Helen” he says getting onto the couch and putting the blanket over his body and she walks over to the light and switches it off. They are in darkness and she slips out of her dress and walks back over to the couch and slips in next to him. He jumps from her contact in the darkness but allows her to cuddle up to him, kissing her head and he holds her tight in his embrace.
    “ You don’t mind do you?” she asks concerned that this is too much for him but she would not be able to sleep upstairs but in his arms she might.
    “ No Helen I don’t mind I am a little shocked, but it feels nice having you in my arms” and shifting a little so she can rest her head on his chest. She can hear his heart beating below and the rhythm is soothing and he begins to stroke her hair gently. She feels her eyes fighting to keep awake when he starts to stroke her back. Heaver her lids become until she fast asleep safe in his arms. 
               She stirs from her sleep with his smell arousing her body and she tries to go back to sleep. She just wanted to stay here in Phil’s arms. She feels his laugh as she struggles to go back to sleep.
    “ You know you got a bed upstairs?” he laughs
    “ Um, I forgot” she says sleepily
    “ But I’m stiff” he moans
    “ Sorry next time the bed” and kissing his chest
    “ How am I going to get up without you looking?” she wonders out loud
    “ Oh Helen I already looked, when you were asleep” he laughs loudly.
            She giggles when he starts to tickle her and convulsing from his fingers torment, turning her onto her back when he torments her more.
    “Phil no” she giggles a nd he moves on top of her, pinning her escape from his fingers torment and she pushes at him to stop him tickling her. Grabbing her hands and laughing at her. His eyes are alight with wonder at Helen beauty before him and he slowly starts to kiss her, holding her hands with his and she feels him stiffen on her, his fingers in between her fingers. She returns his kisses with hers. Helen is breathless when they stop kissing and looking into each other’s eyes.
    “ Breakfast woman” he teases her and he pushes her off the couch but carefully wrapping the blanket around her.
    “ What does Sir want?” she says shyly as she shuffles to the kitchen tightening the blanket around her
    “ What does the wench recommend?” She turns at the wench remark and he grinning at her as he follows her into the kitchen
    “Wench I’m I?” she scolds him playfully and he tugs the blanket away from her
    “I already looked Helen, remember” Helen blushes and wraps her arms protectively around her body and trying to cover herself up
    “ Cook for me like that and I promise I will not touch you. I just want to look Helen” Phil pleads with her. She feels silly why she can’t just say no to him and looking down at her feet and hoping the ground would crumble beneath her, so she can hide her body. But she starts to make breakfast in just her lacy briefs, omelette is easy I can do that she thinks. Getting bowls out and the hand whisk from the cupboards, eggs and some sliced ham from the fridge. Breaking the eggs in the small bowl and checking for any shells. She tries not to think of him watching her as she begins to cook. She starts to grate the cheese and she feels his