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

hands going around her waist.
    “ Sorry, I lied. You better go and get dressed. I will finish the cooking Helen” kissing her neck softly and taking the cheese from her and encouraging her to leave and he softly pushes her to the door
    “ Now Helen before I lose my control” he commands. Helen does as she told and going to her room as he starts to cook their breakfast.
                Helen decides to have a quick shower as her hair gone fizzy over night and it was the only way to tame her unruly hair. She slips herself into the hot water and allows the water to tame her hair. The sticky rain from last night was still on her skin and she washes herself quickly. She loses herself to the hot water as she builds up the lather on her hair. Rinsing her hair and starting over again. And she turns up the heat of the shower. The steam is building in the small en-suite bathroom and standing in the stream of hot water she allows it to cascade over her body. She squeezes some shower gel into her hands and she starts caressing herself clean. Closing her eyes and letting her mind relax to the soothing water and losing track of time. There a knock on the bathroom door, startling her and not knowing how long she has been in the shower she looks up into Phil’s eyes as she rinsing the last of the suds from her body.
    “ Breakfast ready Helen I did call but you couldn’t hear me over the water, sorry” he says as he shrugs his shoulders and walks out of her bedroom. She knows she closed the bathroom door, she looks around the bathroom for her towel but it been put on her bed. How long has he been standing there watching her? Helen feels a little violated as she dries herself with the towel.
                  She slips into a fresh pair of thongs and dresses herself quickly in a green camisole and a flowing skirt, she doesn’t bother with a bra as she hated seeing the straps, she rather go without. Picking up a pair of green shoes that matched her outfit and walking bare footed to the kitchen. Phil is wearing Alan’s shirt the one he gave her to home with on their last day. He must have been through her cupboards in her room she thinks horrified.
    “I helped myself to this tacky shirt , is it his?” he sounds mad again.
    “ Yes he gave it to me before we finished” why was she explaining herself to him.
    “ Look Phil, don’t start with the jealousy crap like last night. I like you and me and Alan are over” she angered that he thinks she the type to cheat on people, shit he filled in her forms so he knows she only been with one man.
    “ Sorry I just can’t get my head around you likening me, you know you are so beautiful and you could have anyone” the vulnerable look of an unwanted child in his face and Helen knows why he acts like this.
    “ It’s you I want to be with Phil” and touching his face to make him look at her and she can see the confusion in his face
    “ But Helen you don’t want me” Helen can see the sorrow in his eyes.
    “I want you Phil, it what keeping me from sleeping with you. Don’t you see I want more than sex from you” she kneels before him to make her point on how she feels about him. I’m already yours Phil, she thinks
    “Please Phil I just want to take it slow. I got hurt the last time, but if it the only way you believe me then I am yours” she begging him to trust her
    “ O.k. we will go slow, now eat your breakfast Helen it’s getting cold” he holds his hand out so he can help her stand and his shy smile on his face and leading her over to the now cold omelette
    “ Don’t your mother allow shoes in the house?” he asks bemused at her bare feet
    “ Yes I just don’t like to wear them” she laughs at his confused face
    “ But you got all those shoes?” she blushes, he knew about her craze for shoes.
    “I do love shoes it’s a women proactive Phil, it’s just I don’t like to wear them” she sounds crazy she thinks, but she is amused by his