Nathan awkwardly cleared his throat, which further added to the humiliating atmosphere. I'm not even sure how it got to that kinky scene so fast; it's like it decided to spontaneously skip itself with the sole aim of humiliating me. 

Nathan cleared his throat once again, and I reluctantly rolled over before sitting up to face him.

 He blinked back at me. "So, erm, I'm going to pretend that the last couple minutes didn't just happen," he said slowly.

 I nodded my head vigorously. "Yup, yes, sounds like a plan to me, excellent," I said with a nervous laugh as I leaned back up against my headboard.

Nathan, now out of his shocked state, re-firmed his grip on his tray and made his way over to me. Softly, he placed it down on the nightstand before turning back my way.

 "I think you've had enough of this junk," he said as he snatched the Dorito packet out from beneath my covers.

"Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you? Give that back," I yelled. 

I crawled to the end of the bed in fury and tried to snatch it back. Seeing that I was about to take it, Nathan chucked the packet to the far side of the room. 

 I let out a loud cry of frustration and shot Nathan a furious look. "You're an actual asshole," I spat. 

With a huff, I swung my legs off the side of the bed to go get the packet. Before my feet had so much as touched the floor, Nathan swooped an arm underneath my legs and tucked them back underneath the covers.

"Nope, you're not going anywhere until you eat this soup," he stated firmly. 

Reaching for the bowl on the nightstand, he dumped it unceremoniously on my lap before taking a seat at the edge of the bed.

I snorted as though he had told me a funny joke. "No, I think you're mistaken. Sophie doesn't eat soup," I explained patronizingly as I lifted the bowl from my lap; and onto his.

Nathan didn't hesitate before putting the bowl right back into my lap. "Well, Sophie, eats soup now because it's good for her. Sophie had a nasty fall, and she needs to make her body healthy," he argued, imitating my tone of voice.

I flashed him a fake smile. "Well, Sophie thinks the Dorito's were healing her just fine," I said before, once again dumping the bowl back into his lap.

Nathan let out a heavy sigh and threw his head back dramatically. He looked the same kind of exasperated as a parent trying to feed their temperamental 3-year-old. 

"Why, dear god, do you have to make everything so difficult?" he snapped.

"Because I can," I shrugged.

 Nathan took a deep breath in and out and closed his eyes. When it looked as though he had summoned enough internal strength again, he opened them. 

"Am I going to have to feed you, Sophie? Is this how low we're going to have to stoop?" he said, his eyes narrowing in on mine threateningly.

"Give me my fucking Doritos, and you won't have to," I hissed, losing all my patience. 

With eyes blazing with anger, Nathan shovelled a large spoonful of the tomatoey mess and drove the spoon up to my mouth. 

"Open," he commanded as he gave the spoon an impatient nudge against my tightly closed lips.

 Keeping my lips in a firmly tight firm clasp, I shook my head firmly and turned my head to the side, so the spoon rested against my cheek. Nathan let out a growl of annoyance and directed the spoon a couple of centimeters to the left, so it was at my lips once more. 

"I said, open them," he ordered.

 Fed up with the spoon rubbing against my lips, I gave his shoulders a harsh shove, so he moved back a little. "I said no, you idio-"

Suddenly, a spoon was shoved rather abruptly into the depths of my mouth. The spoon angled upwards, and the gloopy red substance slid right off the spoon and into my mouth. I never felt so much anger in all my life, and I fixated my eyes on his in fury. 

Nathan simply gave me an evil little smile before pulling the spoon back out of my mouth again.

 "Now, how was that baby Soph. Was that yummy in your tummy," he cooed mockingly with that annoyingly smug grin of his. 

I swear to God, if he wasn't still obstructing my covers, I would have whipped my leg out and high-kicked him in the face.

I screwed up my nose as the taste registered in my mouth. "God, this tastes like absolute s-"

Again, before the words even parted from my mouth, Nathan shoved the spoon back between my lips. Even more unprepared than last time, I let out a squeak of surprise as he tipped the contents of the spoon into my mouth. 

"Aww, what a good girl you are; you ate another big spoonful," he gasped overdramatically. I didn't miss the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he withdrew the contents from my mouth with a chuckle.

Filled with spite, instead of swallowing, I looked Nathan straight in the eye and spat it out on him. Yes, you heard me right, I spat on him. The red blotchy sauce splattered him bang smack across the cheek, and he made a rather startled grunt sound as he recoiled back in disgust. As he did a rather heavy splodge of the sauce dripped from his chin; and onto his shirt. His white shirt, might I add. 

 "Ah gross, what the fuck?" he yelled as he rose to his feet. 

With his face scrunched up in disgust, he vigorously started to wipe at his face with his hand. My actions were entirely on impulse, so I sat there in silent shock, questioning whether or not I had seriously spat food in the guy I was supposed to be seducing's face.

 As more of the liquid dribbled down his chin, I could no longer help myself and smacked a hand over my mouth before letting out a loud snort of laughter. He looked even angrier than before at my outbreak of laughter, but that only egged me on more. 

"I'm sorry, but I just- I just-," I paused to try and catch my breath. "I just can't help myself; you look so stupid, right now," I finally spat out while still heaving from laughter.

With a spiteful look my way, Nathan slammed the bowl of soup down onto the bedside table in annoyance. "You've completely fucked my top up!"

"Yeah, I know," I chuckled. 

When I saw him continue to work at rubbing the stain, I started to feel bad. I cleared my throat softly. "Leave it by the washing machine, and change into something of Brandon's. I'll wash it for you," I offered. 

He stopped rubbing and slowly lifted his head. His eyes washed over mine with a level of wariness. "Your boyfriend's okay with another guy wearing his shirt?" he questioned slowly.

I shrugged. "Yeah, he'll be cool."

Partially, because he's not my boyfriend....

He took another moment to pause, and then he shrugged. "Okay, as long as you're sure he won't mind," he said. 

Then grabbing the end of his shirt, he turned around and tugged it over his head. Slowly, a stream of copper-toned skin came into view, and the muscles of his back flexed from the action. The sight was far too shocking, and surprising for my sex-deprived brain to handle, so naturally, my spit decided to lodge its way down the wrong side of my throat.

 The next minute I broke out into a furious coughing fit, and I thumped wildly at my chest in an attempt to clear my airways. 

Nathan turned around to look at me with his head angled in confusion. "Er...is everything alright? You seem a bit...red," he said slowly.

I don't know; maybe it has something to do with the fact, you've decided to start stripping off in my fucking room.

"Absolutely nothing is wrong; I'm fine. You can go get his shirt yourself if you want. His bedroom is the first one on the right," I mumbled awkwardly. 

He nodded his head and turned to go. Before reaching the door, he stopped abruptly and turned back around. "Wait a second, why does your boyfriend sleep in a different room to you?" he asked probingly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"We've....er..," I mumbled, pausing to give myself time to think. "We've decided to do a sex-cleanse," I blabbed out abruptly.

He raised an eyebrow. "A sex-cleanse?" he repeated.

 I nodded my head furiously. "Yeah, we thought it might get as more excited about each other's bodies, and to be more-"

"Okay, yup, I get it. Don't care to hear more about your sex life," he said abruptly, cutting me off. If I wasn't mistaken, I heard a little resentment in his voice. If I were to guess, it was probably irritation because he was a horny bastard, and hearing about other people having sex when he wasn't made him cranky.

Once the door had safely closed behind him, I instantly felt less on edge. Sparing a glance towards my nightstand, I suddenly took notice of the mug and medical supplies that were also perched upon the tray.

As much as I resented him, a little part of my heart warmed, at the fact he'd brought all this stuff for me. I popped a couple of the pain killers in my mouth before taking a couple sips of the hot chocolate he'd prepared. The fact that it was hot chocolate made me smile a little, realizing he had rather quickly grown accustomed to my taste. 

Soon, my eyes landed on the bandages, and I rolled my eyes, figuring he was probably right about my ankle needing to be wrapped up. My mum being an ex-nurse, would have slapped me around the face for not doing it the second I walked in. Now that I'm thinking about it, she would have also most likely slapped me for being stupid enough to climb halfway up a tree.

Shuffling back a bit on the bed, I freed my knee from underneath the covers. I dabbed at my knee cap tentatively and winced as I felt a sharp shot of pain. Carefully, I rolled my leggings up to my knee to see the damage for myself.

My nose wrinkled as I took in the sight of it. I had seriously fucked it up. The skin was all peeled away, leaving the sore fleshy part all bleeding and exposed. I hadn't even noticed until now, but the blood had lightly stained through my dark leggings.

Deciding to get to work, I grabbed the bandage and ripped it out of its plastic covering. Being a trainer and all, I was quite used to getting injured, so I unwrapped it easily enough. As I was about to go grab the antiseptic spray and a cloth to go dab on the cut, the door swung open, and Nathan walked in.

"Hey, I borrowed this green shirt off your boyfriend. Is that alr-"

He cut himself off as his eyes landed on my knee. His lips pulled down, and he marched his way over to me. 

"Hey, I was going to do that; why did you start without me?" he grumbled as though looking after me was strictly his job and his job alone.

"Because it's my leg, and I know how to wrap it better than you do," I snickered as I grabbed the antiperspirant spay before giving my wound a quick spritz. Despite the fact I was expecting it, I let out a little grunt of pain at the sting of the chemical against my skin.

"See, you don't know what you're doing; you're hurting yourself," he scolded as he snatched the spray and bandage out of my hand.

 "It's supposed to sting, you idiot," I said, stifling a laugh.

He merely grunted in reply and started to unwrap the bandage. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and shuffled closer to me as he laid the padded part of the bandage over my knee. He did with such an incredible amount of care and lightness that I couldn't help but look up at him in shock. 

My staring must have raised an alarm bell off in his head as he looked up at me in worry. "That didn't hurt, right?" he asked quickly. 

I took a moment to respond, still trying to make sense of the strangeness of this situation. The Nathan Woods I knew was a class A dick. Whoever this guy was seemed shy - innocent even.

Stumbling back to reality, I shook my head slowly. "Er...no, it didn't hurt," I mumbled.

 He looked physically relieved and then went back to wrapping up the bandage. It felt as though I had lost the urge to speak, and I watched him silently. His large hands nimbly glided underneath my kneecap and grabbed the piece of the cloth he'd just threaded through. He did this a couple more times until the material became less and less.

 So deep in concentration, I didn't think anything of it as he started to wrap higher until he suddenly grabbed the back of my thigh through the thin materials of my leggings. My breath hitched in shock, and Nathan must have noticed because he glanced my way. 

I knew trouble was brewing when his face pulled up into a smug little smirk. "Not getting excited by my touch, are we?" he teased. 

His words instantly snapped me out of my slight dazzled state, and I rolled my eyes. "Oh, shut up, your hands are just cold." 

He raised an eyebrow. "You're wearing leggings, so I'm not even touching your skin," he snorted.

For fucks sake, why couldn't he humor me and go along with it...

I lifted my chin a little higher. "I-I'm very sensitive, that's all," I justified.

 When he stared at me blankly, I let out a frustrated huff. "Look, are we gonna keep chatting shit, or are we going to get my knee wrapped up," I threw back.

He chuckled and went back to work. "Clearly, Miss I-like-to tease can't take a dosage of her own medicine," he commented slyly. 

Too tired for words, I lazily lifted my middle finger and shoved it right up in his face. This only resulted in Nathan chuckling harder. Once he had tied the two loose ends of the bandage together, he admired his work with a smile. 

"There all done," he announced proudly before slowly lifting the covers back over my leg.

"Oh, wait, let me check how tight it is?" he said as he slid his hand back underneath the covers. He put two fingers underneath the bandage and looked up at me cautiously. "Does it feel loose enough?"

I opened my mouth to assure him that it was fine, but before I could, my bedroom door suddenly swung open wildly, and Brandon trotted in. 

He was busily typing away something on his phone, so he didn't glance up before speaking. "Soph, how the fuck did you beat me hom-"

That's when his head lifted. He stilled as he took in the sight of the two of us sat together on my bed. Soon enough, his eyes drew to Nathan's hands which were still resting on my leg underneath my covers. 

My heart stopped as I realized that from his angle that it might potentially look as though Nathan was touching me up or something. 

"Erm...what are you guys doing?" Brandon asked slowly. 

Nathan, who had completely frozen up till now, ripped himself away from me so fast that he almost tripped over. He took several steps back with his arms held up in surrender. 

"I know this looks bad, again, but I swear to God, I was not fingering your girlfriend," he stammered out all in one breath. 

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Author's note:

So, that's chapter twenty-six done, hope you enjoyed xx

And aww isn't Nathan so great at not saying awkward things when Brandon walks in? If you ask me, I think he's a pro :)

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