A stubborn woman

As I turn to leave the closet the shadow of Jamie is only momentarily visible as she takes the corner towards the ensuite. Leaving the closet I expect to receive a commensurate tongue lashing to the one I just gave out.

When I turn to see Jamie, she is standing there in my wife’s housecoat, the front fully open but hidden from my direct view as she is facing the floor length mirror on the wall right there. I turn my gaze into the mirror to not only sneak one more glance at this naked, nubile woman in my room but to also meet her gaze. Her eyes are just starting to puff up from the crying that she is still actively doing. As she catches a glimpse of my reflection, a look of steel is instantly emboldened into her features.

Neither does she lash out nor apologize, she just stands there with tears slowly rolling down her cheek and a look that can only be described as quiet anger. Never breaking eye contact with Jamie, I casually walk up behind her and take the two sides of the housecoat and wrap them around her ensuring I completely cover her breasts and thighs. I take the belt ends and careful to not touch her inappropriately I slowly tie the belt in front.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her tight to myself in a comforting embrace. “I love you, but you know how to piss me off completely and just love to play that card so readily.” Leaning in I kiss her gently on the sliver of collar that is left exposed from the housecoat.

“You..love?” Jamie questions under her breath so quietly that were I not a hairs breath from her I would not have heard. Just as her head lolls back and makes contact with my own neck it’s as though a taser is fired through her. She flings herself from my embrace and turns on me and barks in a muted voice, “Don’t talk to me! Don’t touch me! Don’t look at me!”

Understanding finally returns to me that Jamie is hurting not just physically from her hangover but also emotionally because of her break up last night. Stepping up to her I simply wrap my arms around her and pull her into a firm embrace. Jamie just stands there not returning the hug but at the same time not pulling away.

Leaning down to my petit sister-in-law I gently give her a peck on her cheek and whisper in deep sensual tone, “I really do hope you decide to stay.” With that I release her and head out the door and proceed to the morning skate.