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Authors: Lisa Swallow
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like Matt? That’s a guy thing. Matt mumbles something to himself.
Abby remains on the sofa, no use whatsoever, blanket tucked under her chin. I give her credit for not rushing over to Matt and welcoming him back into her life. But this doesn’t solve the problem of what to do with him.
“How pissed is he?” I ask Evan.
“Do you even need to ask? I’m surprised he made it here.”
“You could’ve stopped him.”
Evan leans against the front door, pushing his hair from his face. “Yeah, right. He weighs twenty pounds more than me and his determination outweighs my upper body strength.”
I consider the eloquence of Evan’s words. He’s not as drunk as his friend. “Good job you’re here to look after him.”
“Story of my life,” he mutters.
Matt slumps back to the floor.
“Sorry. I did try and stop him, I was worried what he might get himself into.” He pokes the now snoring mass with his boot. “I think he’s harmless now.”
A strange noise escapes the blanketed figure behind me, and a wailing Abby disappears upstairs. Evan blinks and I tip my head to indicate the empty bottle of wine besides the chip packets.
A loud burp from Matt alerts Evan and he crouches back down.
“Fuck my life,” says Evan as he maneuvers Matt into the recovery position. The ease in which he does this suggests he’s had practice.
“Do you want a drink?” I ask, unsure what we do now.
“Water, please.” Evan sits back on his heels.
When I return from the kitchen with the water, Evan is sitting in the armchair, staring at the ceiling.
“Will he be okay?” I pass him the water.
“Yeah.”
“You’re a good friend.”
He makes a small noise in his throat. “Yeah, too good. Who knows how long it’ll take for him to come round.”
“Stay here. You’re welcome to the sofa.”
He turns his brown eyes to mine. “Maybe I should go. I don’t know.”
“Staying has never bothered you before. Our sofa was your new best friend a few weeks ago.”
“I feel awkward now.” He looks down at Matt again.
Awkward is the best word to describe the whole situation, from inebriated guy on the floor, to the unspoken situation with Evan.
“Because you kissed me?” I ask, surprised by my words.
“Partly.”
This newer side to Evan intrigues me. Caring for his friend like this. Asking me out in the Union. The guy I thought Evan was would’ve left Matt and sloped home with a girl. He didn’t. And now my softening heart - and a lot of vodka - means I want to kiss him again.
I flop onto the sofa and look at him. “Got some poetry for me, bad boy Byron?”
The troubled look on his face is replaced by curious interest and he moves to the edge of the sofa arm. Like I did, last time we were in this situation.
“I don’t bite,” I say.
He grins. “That’s predictable.”
There’s something cute about the way he remembers our old conversations. Most guys don’t even listen. Evan drops into the small gap between me and the edge of the sofa. His muscled thigh pushes against mine and my arm is trapped against his side. I wriggle uncomfortably and he shifts around to look at me.
“So, can we continue our conversation from the Union?” he asks.
I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of his body touching mine, wishing my breathing would return to normal. He makes me dizzy, and with the alcohol flowing inside me, I want to lean into him and hope he kisses me.
“Sure.” I say instead.
“I have something I want to say to you, Ness.”
I can smell spicy him, evoking memories of sitting in exactly the same place once before. Apart from last time with his lips on mine. “What?”
“I let you get the wrong impression about me, and I wish I hadn’t.”
I focus on his mouth . I don’t care, just kiss me agai n . “Mmm?”
He pulls his head back a little. “You’re quite monosyllabic tonight.”
“That’s a big word for 1 AM on a Saturday morning.”
Evan smiles and reaches out a hand, fingers
Abby remains on the sofa, no use whatsoever, blanket tucked under her chin. I give her credit for not rushing over to Matt and welcoming him back into her life. But this doesn’t solve the problem of what to do with him.
“How pissed is he?” I ask Evan.
“Do you even need to ask? I’m surprised he made it here.”
“You could’ve stopped him.”
Evan leans against the front door, pushing his hair from his face. “Yeah, right. He weighs twenty pounds more than me and his determination outweighs my upper body strength.”
I consider the eloquence of Evan’s words. He’s not as drunk as his friend. “Good job you’re here to look after him.”
“Story of my life,” he mutters.
Matt slumps back to the floor.
“Sorry. I did try and stop him, I was worried what he might get himself into.” He pokes the now snoring mass with his boot. “I think he’s harmless now.”
A strange noise escapes the blanketed figure behind me, and a wailing Abby disappears upstairs. Evan blinks and I tip my head to indicate the empty bottle of wine besides the chip packets.
A loud burp from Matt alerts Evan and he crouches back down.
“Fuck my life,” says Evan as he maneuvers Matt into the recovery position. The ease in which he does this suggests he’s had practice.
“Do you want a drink?” I ask, unsure what we do now.
“Water, please.” Evan sits back on his heels.
When I return from the kitchen with the water, Evan is sitting in the armchair, staring at the ceiling.
“Will he be okay?” I pass him the water.
“Yeah.”
“You’re a good friend.”
He makes a small noise in his throat. “Yeah, too good. Who knows how long it’ll take for him to come round.”
“Stay here. You’re welcome to the sofa.”
He turns his brown eyes to mine. “Maybe I should go. I don’t know.”
“Staying has never bothered you before. Our sofa was your new best friend a few weeks ago.”
“I feel awkward now.” He looks down at Matt again.
Awkward is the best word to describe the whole situation, from inebriated guy on the floor, to the unspoken situation with Evan.
“Because you kissed me?” I ask, surprised by my words.
“Partly.”
This newer side to Evan intrigues me. Caring for his friend like this. Asking me out in the Union. The guy I thought Evan was would’ve left Matt and sloped home with a girl. He didn’t. And now my softening heart - and a lot of vodka - means I want to kiss him again.
I flop onto the sofa and look at him. “Got some poetry for me, bad boy Byron?”
The troubled look on his face is replaced by curious interest and he moves to the edge of the sofa arm. Like I did, last time we were in this situation.
“I don’t bite,” I say.
He grins. “That’s predictable.”
There’s something cute about the way he remembers our old conversations. Most guys don’t even listen. Evan drops into the small gap between me and the edge of the sofa. His muscled thigh pushes against mine and my arm is trapped against his side. I wriggle uncomfortably and he shifts around to look at me.
“So, can we continue our conversation from the Union?” he asks.
I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of his body touching mine, wishing my breathing would return to normal. He makes me dizzy, and with the alcohol flowing inside me, I want to lean into him and hope he kisses me.
“Sure.” I say instead.
“I have something I want to say to you, Ness.”
I can smell spicy him, evoking memories of sitting in exactly the same place once before. Apart from last time with his lips on mine. “What?”
“I let you get the wrong impression about me, and I wish I hadn’t.”
I focus on his mouth . I don’t care, just kiss me agai n . “Mmm?”
He pulls his head back a little. “You’re quite monosyllabic tonight.”
“That’s a big word for 1 AM on a Saturday morning.”
Evan smiles and reaches out a hand, fingers
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