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Authors: Meli Raine
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beer. She hands one to me and one to Chase. They’re all open, with lime wedges tucked into the tops.
“Look,” she says to us both. “Let’s really start from the beginning. Reboot. And maybe loosening up with a few beers will make us more civil.”
C HAPTER T EN
Chase lets a sly smile slip through. “Sounds good to me,” he says, squeezing the lime into the neck of his beer bottle and shoving it in. A few bubbles fizz up and he licks them away, his tongue purposeful and sexy as hell. I have to hold back a little noise that threatens to come out of my throat.
Marissa’s face breaks into a relaxed smile. “That’s more like it.” She and I squeeze our limes into the beers and shove them in. Then she holds hers up and says, “A toast. To new beginnings!”
We clink beer bottles and chug a few gulps. I’ve had beer here and there before, but never an entire bottle. After the coffee, it feels good. Cold and smooth, with a tangy taste.
Chase narrows his eyes and looks at Marissa. “To starting off on the right foot.” They clink beer bottles and I hold back, letting them bond. They really need to like each other. If they don’t, my life won’t work very well.
Notes from a funky blues song drift in through the open window. Someone in the apartment building is playing a bass, plugged in to an amp. The tone is muted, and a piano joins in. They don’t play a song. Just fits and starts, a little line here and there.
“Musicians,” Marissa says, holding back a burp. She fails and excuses herself. “They live upstairs. They’ll fiddle around for a while and then we’ll get an hour of really amazing blues and jazz.”
Chase’s shoulder relaxes against mine. He finishes his beer and I finish mine. My legs feel less tight. My skin is warm and loosening.
“Want another?” Marissa asks. We nod. I take Chase’s empty bottle and he smiles, putting his feet up on an ottoman, kicking off his boots. Good. This means we’re staying.
Whew.
I know beer isn’t cheap, so I follow her into the kitchen and whisper, “We’ll buy groceries and more beer in the morning. I know money’s tight.”
She reddens and reaches into the fridge for three more bottles. “Actually, it’s not so bad. Last week Morty got twice as many nights stripping, so we’re fine.”
“‘We’? I thought he was just a fuckbuddy.”
“Allie!”
“What?”
“You don’t swear like that!”
“I do now,” I say, giggling.
She leans in and asks in a conspirator’s voice. “Are you and Chase fuckbuddies?”
“Not yet,” I say. That giggle reappears. I can’t seem to control it. Twisting my smile into a neutral line, I try to look serious. “But you’re changing the subject.”
She pulls a baggie with a cut-up lime in it from the fridge and proceeds to slice three pieces. “Morty and I, well....” She takes care of the beers. I grab two by the necks and Marissa gives me a perplexed look. “He really likes me. A lot. And he’s great. Seriously. It’s just hard to trust a guy with my heart, you know?”
“You trust him with your body.” I say it without judgment, but she still flinches.
“Ouch.”
“Sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. You’re telling the truth. It’s my problem if it hurts.” She doesn’t toast this time. Instead, she guzzles half her beer and pauses.
“The truth only hurts if it’s...true.” My head feels light and swimmy. I like it. But making my mouth say exactly what I am thinking is a little difficult. Mimicking Marissa, I drink half my beer and we smile at each other. We’re kind of silly.
That’s way better than being tense.
Chase looks so comfortable on the couch when I walk back into the living room and hand him his beer. I like seeing him like this. We feel domestic here, like a real couple. I can imagine us in the future in our own place, cuddling on the couch and watching movies. Or he can help me run lines in a script. I know I have to get crap jobs before I can start
“Look,” she says to us both. “Let’s really start from the beginning. Reboot. And maybe loosening up with a few beers will make us more civil.”
C HAPTER T EN
Chase lets a sly smile slip through. “Sounds good to me,” he says, squeezing the lime into the neck of his beer bottle and shoving it in. A few bubbles fizz up and he licks them away, his tongue purposeful and sexy as hell. I have to hold back a little noise that threatens to come out of my throat.
Marissa’s face breaks into a relaxed smile. “That’s more like it.” She and I squeeze our limes into the beers and shove them in. Then she holds hers up and says, “A toast. To new beginnings!”
We clink beer bottles and chug a few gulps. I’ve had beer here and there before, but never an entire bottle. After the coffee, it feels good. Cold and smooth, with a tangy taste.
Chase narrows his eyes and looks at Marissa. “To starting off on the right foot.” They clink beer bottles and I hold back, letting them bond. They really need to like each other. If they don’t, my life won’t work very well.
Notes from a funky blues song drift in through the open window. Someone in the apartment building is playing a bass, plugged in to an amp. The tone is muted, and a piano joins in. They don’t play a song. Just fits and starts, a little line here and there.
“Musicians,” Marissa says, holding back a burp. She fails and excuses herself. “They live upstairs. They’ll fiddle around for a while and then we’ll get an hour of really amazing blues and jazz.”
Chase’s shoulder relaxes against mine. He finishes his beer and I finish mine. My legs feel less tight. My skin is warm and loosening.
“Want another?” Marissa asks. We nod. I take Chase’s empty bottle and he smiles, putting his feet up on an ottoman, kicking off his boots. Good. This means we’re staying.
Whew.
I know beer isn’t cheap, so I follow her into the kitchen and whisper, “We’ll buy groceries and more beer in the morning. I know money’s tight.”
She reddens and reaches into the fridge for three more bottles. “Actually, it’s not so bad. Last week Morty got twice as many nights stripping, so we’re fine.”
“‘We’? I thought he was just a fuckbuddy.”
“Allie!”
“What?”
“You don’t swear like that!”
“I do now,” I say, giggling.
She leans in and asks in a conspirator’s voice. “Are you and Chase fuckbuddies?”
“Not yet,” I say. That giggle reappears. I can’t seem to control it. Twisting my smile into a neutral line, I try to look serious. “But you’re changing the subject.”
She pulls a baggie with a cut-up lime in it from the fridge and proceeds to slice three pieces. “Morty and I, well....” She takes care of the beers. I grab two by the necks and Marissa gives me a perplexed look. “He really likes me. A lot. And he’s great. Seriously. It’s just hard to trust a guy with my heart, you know?”
“You trust him with your body.” I say it without judgment, but she still flinches.
“Ouch.”
“Sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. You’re telling the truth. It’s my problem if it hurts.” She doesn’t toast this time. Instead, she guzzles half her beer and pauses.
“The truth only hurts if it’s...true.” My head feels light and swimmy. I like it. But making my mouth say exactly what I am thinking is a little difficult. Mimicking Marissa, I drink half my beer and we smile at each other. We’re kind of silly.
That’s way better than being tense.
Chase looks so comfortable on the couch when I walk back into the living room and hand him his beer. I like seeing him like this. We feel domestic here, like a real couple. I can imagine us in the future in our own place, cuddling on the couch and watching movies. Or he can help me run lines in a script. I know I have to get crap jobs before I can start
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