I have the urge to breach the delicate space between us. She's breathing more quickly. I don't let myself consider that it might be because she's attracted to me and chalk it up to being anger. I do realize my hand is on her bare leg and my body is humming with adrenaline and anticipation, the way it does before a mission.
Or before I fuck a girl I'm insanely attracted to. This is like high school attraction: untamed, burning, and consuming. It's not like me to feel like I want to lose control with someone, to allow my calm control to be burned up in passion.
A knock at the door makes her jump and jars me.
Katya rises quickly and answers it.
My gaze follows her ass, and I shake my head, standing and moving away.
"I think there are spiders in my bed," Jenna whispers from outside the door. "Can I sleep with you?"
Oh, hell no.
Katya glances at me. I shake my head. Jenna is too old for this.
"Sure!" she says to Jenna.
Jenna smiles and enters.
Maybe this is a good thing. I don't say anything but go to the bathroom for a quick, cold shower. When I emerge, Jenna is wrapped in Katya's arms, and the two are buried under the comforter.
I turn off the lights and lay down. My blood is moving too quickly for me to sleep, and I stare at the ceiling. I don't know what to think about what passed between Katya and me this evening.
I'm starting to really wish I was back in Iraq, where life is much simpler.