Behind The Scenes

101. Jo

When I get to my room door, Hero is behind me. I hope he continues to make his way to his room, but I don't think he will. I open the door and when I try to close it with my back on it, it doesn't work. I turn to figure out the problem and realize that Hero's foot is blocking the lock.
Predictable.
"What's up?" I say huffing and roll my eyes.
"Let me in," he says in a pretentious tone. He wants to be hated today.
I frown and pretend a laugh. "No."
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, as if to calm down. "What's the problem? Let's talk about it."
"Hero, please, I'm exhausted, I don't have the strength to discuss now," I beg him to leave. We've had a long day and I can't take it.
He pushes the door and enters.
"Yeah, sure, come in," I tell him sarcastically.
He sits on the bed and rests his elbows on his knees as he watches me tie my hair. "Then?" he insists.
"What do you want?" I raise my voice a little, involuntarily.
He runs a hand through his now a bit messy hair and pushes it back. "Just tell me what your fucking problem is!"
"Please, if the discussion has to take this turn, let's talk about it tomorrow." My head can't handle any more confusion now. I head to the bathroom, I need to take a hot shower.
"Where are you going?" he asks me lying on the bed but his feet on the ground.
"Leave me alone!"
I turn on the shower water and take off my clothes as the bathroom warms up. Hot water feels so good on my skin and relaxes my muscles.
Just as I'm soaping myself, Hero's voice sounds muffled when he suddenly says, "Why are you pissed off?"
I gasp, scared to death. "Holy God."
When he joins me in the shower and I see his naked body begin to glow with steam, I instinctively turn my head away and bite my lip. Shit, he's so hot.
"What do you want?" I tell him while I keep my eyes closed.
He puts two fingers under my chin and I can't help but stare into his eyes, looking a little defiantly.
"Just tell me what bothered you," he says in a neutral tone and then licks his lips. He runs a wet hand through his hair and— fuck, that's too much.
"As you call your strippers, I'll do what I want and you won't stop me," I finally tell him, challenging him.
He blinks several times and a confused expression is painted on his face, he tries to hold back a smile.
"What?"
He lets out that laugh and rubs his cheeks throwing his head back. "Wait..." he starts giggling. "So you're mad at me because I said I'll call some strippers?"
I sigh. "No... I didn't like the way you said it," I specify.
"How did I say that? I was joking, Jo!" and he bursts out laughing.
It is not just that. I put my hands on his arms and I stand up on tiptoe to bring my face closer to him, and he leans to kiss me but I stop him by covering his mouth with one hand. "I didn't really like how you said you thought I wouldn't call anyone or something." But the problem isn't the strippers. The problem is that he thinks that only by existing he can limit my choices, and he is very wrong.
"What?" he says confused. "I was kidding this time too— do you have to get your period?" he says sarcastically.
My eyes widen. "No! Christ, don't you understand?"
He raises his arms dramatically and drops them to his sides. "No, explain yourself. You women sometimes have your own mental complexes that are literally incomprehensible to us!"
Despite what he just said it's really disrespectful, I let it go and get straight to the point while I rinse myself. "You know you're not the only one in control. It doesn't mean that because I love you I'll stop doing certain things, okay? " I think this explanation doesn't make real sense.
He gets under the jet of water, making me move. "So, you mean you want to do whatever you want at your bachelorette party, like fuck a random guy?"
"What? I don't mean t! I say in general."
"But why are we even talking about a bachelorette party? God, Jo, you sound insane. It doesn't make sense, think about it for a moment," he says.
I think about it. Well, maybe he was really kidding, and it's actually true that I'll get my period in the next few days. I took it for a pretty silly thing basically. But I'm too proud to admit it. I hate to agree with him, I hate it to death.
In the meantime, he has finished washing. "And anyway, I know very well that I'm not the only one in control." He comes up to me and puts his hands on my hips, pushing my naked body against him. It hadn't happened for months. My back flattens on the icy tiles and I feel it harden on my skin.
He starts giving me a hickey right on my collarbone and I moan softly as he presses on me even more.
"Only your body has enormous power over me and you don't believe that your charming mind has any? Think, "she whispers in my ear.
I want him. Shit, I need him to fuck me now, against this wall, in this shower.
Why does it always end like this?