***Fifteen: Misha***

"Bruh, you desperately need some medical assistance," Harrison stated matter of factually. "Excuse me!" I exclaimed in a clenched manner, as I give him a tight lipped expression. Tell me I haven't just heard what I think I had? "Ever since my sister left, you've been struggling to keep your head above the water because you were too caught up in Geni. Now that she's actually within touching range, you're rejecting her without seeing where it could even take you?" He said to my dismay. Dr Roberts sounds more like a psychologist every time that I see him. Perhaps psychology is Harrison's area of expertise. He just graduated first in his class and will start out his internship at Karel Bremmer, next month. The man of the hour himself cleared his throat before turning his attention towards me and said: "The level of chemistry that the two of you share is rare, so please Misha; I'm begging you, don't let my mistakes get in the way of your happiness." Uncle Timothy stood up and excused himself from the room after informing us how his lungs are physically screaming for a few intakes of nicotine. Shaun shared with me how his father had never smoked a cigarette until that very day six years ago. Now it makes perfect sense, if only the old fool had been honest back then, then he wouldn't have been addicted to those cancer sticks. She had left the conversation a while ago, yet to return. I stood up and made my way towards the nearest bathroom which would most likely be her endpoint. I've been here more then a few times over the years, so I know my way around their residence. Just like I've suspected, the restroom's door is securely closed. I made myself comfortable against the opposite wall; this way she won't be able to miss me when she departs from her comfortable surroundings. 

For a few more minutes I stood against the wall before it opened up and she emerged. "What? Are you stalking me now? You don't have to say anything because I get it, I really do, I'm not your type anymore," she blabbered out. I smirked at her silly gestures. I inched a little closer and grabbed hold of her wrist (like I've done only moments before) but this time however she didn't pull away from my hold. Gently I pushed her to the wall and pinned her arms above her head. A shivering breath tumbles from her lips as our eyes met. Gen's brown orbs cravingly scanned down towards my lips. With another grin I laid in closer and caught her lips underneath mine. Our mouths move in sync. I licked my tongue across her bottom lip asking permission to enter but she refused to oblige. I free my one hand using the other to captivate both of her wrists with one, using my free hand to lightly squeeze one of her butt cheeks. Her lips parted as a low moan spilled from them. I took the opportunity to stick my tongue into the entrance. Our tongues got tangled up like two snakes in a can. I kept my mouth firmly pressed against hers so that I can muffle her moans. The vibration that it shoots throughout the core of my being is like ecstasy. I fumbled with her pants and hooked my thumbs into the waistband. Her arms, no longer restrained, snaked around my neck. I pressed my growing bulge against her stomach as I inched even closer, pinning her against the wall using my body; leaving nothing left for the imagination. 

A low gushing sound filled my ears, but before I could begin to comprehend, we're being caked together with white foam. It's cold against my skin, bringing me down from my high. A sudden shriek erupted from her lips. We turn our attention towards the culprit. Harrison stood off to one side with a broad teasing smile upon his lips and a fire fucking extinguisher in his hands. He caught us red-handed in the act. "I think that you need to cool down," he said so nonchalantly to my disbelief. Marina jolted from around the corner, looked at the scene and muffled a laugh. "Dinner's being served," she spat out but as soon as she did the giggles followed. She left us behind on a laughing note. Harrison pulled out his phone which I haven't noticed at first, but the flash caught us both off guard. The sly fox is quick to vanish afterwards. Picture taken; only to embarrass us somewhere in the future. Guess it's safe to say that we won't be able to forget this incident anytime soon. "Um, perhaps we should clean up before joining them for dinner," I suggested. I started backing away giving her some space but her playful manoeuvres caught me by surprise. She pulls me back in, a sweet smile resting on her complexion. Gen stretched out on her tippy toes and pecked my lips. A cute little laugh bubbled from her lips like a turned on fountain as she walked into the opposite direction. 

In the meantime we both cleaned up and minded like two civilized people. Within little time we re-joined the others for dinner. Your normal Sunday South-African feast is spread out on the dining table; complete with rice, fried potatoes and grilled chicken. A few side dishes to complete the meal. I sit beside Gen at the dining table. Harrison and his girl sat opposite us, while her father's at the head and her mother sits at the foot of the table. The ladies enjoyed a glass of white wine each, while we indulged in something stronger. After a wonderful meal, Auntie Patricia handed each a bowl of dessert that combines waffles and ice cream topped off with some fresh strawberries. A mouth watering feast, which I really can't deny. At times I had trouble focusing on my own plate knowing just how close she's sitting to me. Dishing up inappropriate things; within my head.