gulp. “You do. I've always been yours.”
The last words were so quiet, I almost missed them. I didn’t understand. He must mean because he was here, in a bar with me on a weekday night when we both had to work in the morning, so I wouldn’t have to deal with the reality of my life alone. “I know." I sat up, moving back into my own chair. "I'm drunk and being..." I couldn't think of the word. I shook my head again. "You are a great friend.” I smiled. “I’d be lost without you. I love you. I hate her. Very simple. And, she really doesn’t deserve you.”
He shook his head, looking back at me. “No, Jo. She doesn’t have me. We broke up.”
The words took a few seconds to sink in. I was shocked. “What? When? Why?”
“Earlier this week.” I was staring at him, willing him to explain. He motioned to the bar with his beer bottle. “Because of this. Because of Friday.” He took another drink. “Because I want something I can’t have.” He put the bottle down. “Because of you.” Before I could think about what he was saying, his hands were in my hair and his lips were on mine. It was sweet and soft. I leaned into him, moving my lips against his. His tongue pushed at my bottom lip and I opened my mouth, letting it in. He was taking over my senses. I could taste his beer mixed with the alcohol from the shot, all I could smell was his cologne, and the only thing I heard was the pounding of my heart loud in my ears. My hands balled into fists in his shirt as I pulled him closer. It wasn’t close enough. I wanted more. Much more.
He moved slightly, pulling back. He was as out of breath as I was and for a minute he rested his forehead on mine. Suddenly he sat up, pulling the fabric out of my hands. “Joes? We can’t do this. Y ou’re drunk off your ass and…” he trailed off. He picked up his bottle and took a long drink.
I was suddenly pissed. “And what? I’m not the girl you want to be making out with in a bar? Afraid someone, like maybe short shorts, might see you?"
“No!” He snapped at me, obviously as irritated as I was. “But I can tell you that you will thank me tomorrow morning.”
I was suddenly ashamed. "I get it. I'm the friend, not the hot blonde."
Matt made a weird face. "Now, you're being melodramatic and ridiculous."
I was not being dramatic! "Listen, we both know you're here because I'm the burdensome best friend that you have to make sure gets home ok." I stood up and downed the rest of my drink, just for flare. I cringed at the thoughtless act. “Whatever, Matt.” He was smirking at me. “Take me home.”
The walk back to my hotel was quiet and slow. I wouldn’t let him help me walk and my feet did not want to cooperate. I was surprised when we made it back without me falling. I debated sitting down once we were on the elevator, but was sure I wouldn’t be able to stand up once I was down. And I’d be damned if I’d let Matty help me. Instead, I leaned against the wall and silently begged the world to stop whirling as the elevator climbed. As soon as we reached my floor, I realized I hadn’t brought my purse and didn’t have my key. Seeing my face, he pulled his out of his back pocket and waved it at me. I’d forgotten that he had one, too. I let him get off the elevator first and open my door. I went in my room ahead of him, throwing my phone on the table next to me, and kicked off my heels.
I turned to look at him then, knowing he was probably angry with me. He could be pissed off all he wanted, I was mad at him, too. One look at him, though, and I was completely distracted. He was leaning against the closed door with his hands in the pockets of the jeans that fit him just right, watching me as if he expected me to keel over where I stood. He was so sexy, all dark and brooding, that I had to have him. Now.
Looking him in the eye, I unbuttoned my shirt, slowly, and pushed it off my shoulders and onto the floor. His eyes strayed from mine, watching as my hands
The last words were so quiet, I almost missed them. I didn’t understand. He must mean because he was here, in a bar with me on a weekday night when we both had to work in the morning, so I wouldn’t have to deal with the reality of my life alone. “I know." I sat up, moving back into my own chair. "I'm drunk and being..." I couldn't think of the word. I shook my head again. "You are a great friend.” I smiled. “I’d be lost without you. I love you. I hate her. Very simple. And, she really doesn’t deserve you.”
He shook his head, looking back at me. “No, Jo. She doesn’t have me. We broke up.”
The words took a few seconds to sink in. I was shocked. “What? When? Why?”
“Earlier this week.” I was staring at him, willing him to explain. He motioned to the bar with his beer bottle. “Because of this. Because of Friday.” He took another drink. “Because I want something I can’t have.” He put the bottle down. “Because of you.” Before I could think about what he was saying, his hands were in my hair and his lips were on mine. It was sweet and soft. I leaned into him, moving my lips against his. His tongue pushed at my bottom lip and I opened my mouth, letting it in. He was taking over my senses. I could taste his beer mixed with the alcohol from the shot, all I could smell was his cologne, and the only thing I heard was the pounding of my heart loud in my ears. My hands balled into fists in his shirt as I pulled him closer. It wasn’t close enough. I wanted more. Much more.
He moved slightly, pulling back. He was as out of breath as I was and for a minute he rested his forehead on mine. Suddenly he sat up, pulling the fabric out of my hands. “Joes? We can’t do this. Y ou’re drunk off your ass and…” he trailed off. He picked up his bottle and took a long drink.
I was suddenly pissed. “And what? I’m not the girl you want to be making out with in a bar? Afraid someone, like maybe short shorts, might see you?"
“No!” He snapped at me, obviously as irritated as I was. “But I can tell you that you will thank me tomorrow morning.”
I was suddenly ashamed. "I get it. I'm the friend, not the hot blonde."
Matt made a weird face. "Now, you're being melodramatic and ridiculous."
I was not being dramatic! "Listen, we both know you're here because I'm the burdensome best friend that you have to make sure gets home ok." I stood up and downed the rest of my drink, just for flare. I cringed at the thoughtless act. “Whatever, Matt.” He was smirking at me. “Take me home.”
The walk back to my hotel was quiet and slow. I wouldn’t let him help me walk and my feet did not want to cooperate. I was surprised when we made it back without me falling. I debated sitting down once we were on the elevator, but was sure I wouldn’t be able to stand up once I was down. And I’d be damned if I’d let Matty help me. Instead, I leaned against the wall and silently begged the world to stop whirling as the elevator climbed. As soon as we reached my floor, I realized I hadn’t brought my purse and didn’t have my key. Seeing my face, he pulled his out of his back pocket and waved it at me. I’d forgotten that he had one, too. I let him get off the elevator first and open my door. I went in my room ahead of him, throwing my phone on the table next to me, and kicked off my heels.
I turned to look at him then, knowing he was probably angry with me. He could be pissed off all he wanted, I was mad at him, too. One look at him, though, and I was completely distracted. He was leaning against the closed door with his hands in the pockets of the jeans that fit him just right, watching me as if he expected me to keel over where I stood. He was so sexy, all dark and brooding, that I had to have him. Now.
Looking him in the eye, I unbuttoned my shirt, slowly, and pushed it off my shoulders and onto the floor. His eyes strayed from mine, watching as my hands
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