Harder Than He Thought

Gemma has done something to him and it isn't a good thing. And that He is very much sure of, because how else can he explain the fact that he is sitting in Helen's bedroom watching her striptease before him, and yet all he can think about is Gemma?

Why Gemma? Why can't a picture of her face leave his head? Why does he have to think about her?

Her silky long dark hair, the way it felt when his fingers brushed it while he was rubbing her back earlier. The way he so badly wanted to pull his fingers through her hair and wrap it around his hand. Her silky skin felt so soft against his touch.

How is she? She had been crying earlier, Is she feeling any better now? He should call to check up on her. No. That would imply that he cares but he doesn't.

"Are you all right?" Helen asked snapping Miguel out of his reverie. He had completely zoned out that he didn't realize that Helen had already stripped down to her bra and panties.