“I am so happy, my little flower,” he whispered to her,seeming not yet ready to break the little bubble they had created.
“I am too, babe. I am too,” she whispered back.
After lying there a long while, Poppy had a thought.
“Are you able to stay the night, or will you need to go backto the apartment?” she asked, not really wanting to hear the answer if itwasn’t going to make her happy.
“I want to stay. I plan on staying. Let me check my messagesquickly and then I will come back and hold you.”
As he stood, she realized she needed to tidy up. Good sex,it seemed, was a messy affair.
After she finished up in the bathroom, she found him thekitchen area with a glass of water. He was standing completely naked whilechugging it. Poppy took a moment to appreciate the nude vision in front of her.His cock had just finished making her come but it was still long and thick asit rested against his thigh. His throat worked as he gulped, causing her ownmouth to water. The strong line of his neck was calling for her to nibble at it.Lowering the glass, Wheaton shot her a sexy grin. His thoughts were obvious, ifhis hot stare was anything to go by.
“Did you check your messages yet?” she asked to distractherself from climbing on top of him in the kitchen.
Handing her a refilled glass of water, he walked over to thecomputer and waved his bracelet. The system told him he had one message and hequickly asked for it to play. His shoulders had stiffened so she figured he wasanxious to make sure that he wasn’t being called away yet again. The voice thatcame over the speaker wasn’t a fellow Council member, though; it was Hannah.
“Wheaton, I figured that you would be back late and wantedto let you know that I am going to go ahead and go to bed. Don’t worry aboutwaking me up when you come to bed, just try not to turn on the light or stealthe covers again. I was cold last night,” said a voice that sounded more like awife letting her husband know she couldn’t wait up for him than just a mereroomie.
He turned around to walk back to Poppy with a swagger butshe was still processing what she’d just heard.
Putting her hand out to halt him in his tracks, she couldn’thold in her reaction any longer.
“What the fuck!” she yelled at Wheaton.
“What?” he asked, perplexed.
“Don’t you ’what‘ me! Are you sharing a bed with Hannah?”she asked, hoping that his answer would be “of course not”.
“Well…yes. What is the problem?” he answered, confusionevident on his face.
“Wheaton, we have a big problem. You’re sharing abed with her. That is not okay. Not. Okay,” she repeated.
“The apartment only has one bedroom, Poppy. I am unsure whyyou are angry,” he said with a shake of his head.
“Because we are together, Wheaton! Have you fuckedher?” She could hear herself losing her shit and tried to breathe through hernose to calm down. What she really felt like doing was pitching the glass thatwas still in her hand at his head.
“No, we have not had sexual relations.” Hands held up as ifin surrender, Wheaton moved closer.
“Have you messed around with her? Kissed her? Touched her?Has anything happened other than sleep, Wheaton?” she bit out, nowfurious.
The guilt on his face made her stomach drop. Oh dear Lord,she might puke. Turning to the kitchen bar, she placed the glass down calmly.Walking through the bedroom, Poppy understood her next stop was to be thebathroom. Locking the door quickly behind her so he wouldn’t see her toss hercookies, she leaned over the toilet and breathed heavily. Stomach turning toacid, she tried to concentrate on calming her nerves.
Wheaton hadn’t realized that Poppy would have such anemotional reaction. Yes, he had kissed Hannah. At the time, Hannah had arguedand explained that maybe he was feeling closeness to Poppy because shehad been the only available female. He knew that was not the case but Hannahseemed insistent that he test her theory. He kissed her and quickly proved thatit was not true. Kissing Hannah had been like a shaking of hands. Cold andunemotional with no stimulation sexually. Wheaton could actually say with a certaintythat he’d felt more emotion by simply speaking with Poppy than he had felt whenkissing Hannah.
“Poppy? Poppy, open the door.” The doorknob jiggled. Poppychecked quickly to make sure she’d engaged the lock firmly.
“We need to talk face-to-face…open the door please,” hepleaded.
“Fuck you, Wheaton. Fuck. You,” she cried out, not beingable to stop a sob. Feeling that the nausea had passed, she stood up straightand moved to the sink. Splashing water on her face, she tried to stop hertears.
“Poppy, it is not what you think. Open the door, littleflower, and let me talk to you.” Hearing him talk close to the door, she knewhe was not going to leave until she let him speak. She opened the door soquickly he had to step back or get whapped with it.
“Talk, asshole,” she bit out with her arms crossed in frontof her.
“Hannah kissed me. I did kiss her back.” Seeing Poppy’s faceget even redder than it had been before, he rushed on, “However, it was morefor the peace of mind that I had made the correct decision. I felt nothing forHannah. No attraction. Nothing,” he explained.
“Peace of mind? Are you fucking kidding me?” She walked overto the bed where just moments before she thought they had shared somethingspecial.
“I wanted to make sure that my attraction and feelings foryou were genuine.” At her look of disbelief, he continued, “Hannah said that Imight have overestimated my feelings for you, since
