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Authors: Vicki Green
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“I met her at college, in one of my business classes. She’s pretty cool. I never asked about her tats, figure that’s kind of a private thing, ya know? Most people’s tats tell stories and I’m not one to pry.” He shrugs and gives me a small smile.
I look at his firm jaw as he speaks. The way his muscles move when he shrugs. Damn, he’s definitely grown into a fine looking man, not that he wasn’t before, just more now. I sit up straight and then start to stand up but I’m a little tipsier than I thought and lose my footing. He’s fast in grabbing my arms and I wince. “Damn! Are you okay, Al? Did I hurt you?” I pull back, abruptly, and shake my head.
“It’s nothing. I…. I ran into the door frame at Mom’s earlier today. It’s just a tiny bruise.” With his long legs, his stride is quick, and he pulls up the shirt sleeve on my right arm. “It looks worse than it is. I just bruise easy,” I tell him, hoping he will buy it and not ask any more questions. I shrug out of his hold, give him what I hope is a smile and turn. “I’m just going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Once I reach the bathroom and close the door, I look into the mirror at the bruise on my arm and frown. I need to go home, but I really don’t want to. Not now. I pull my phone out from my pocket and sigh. Another fifteen texts, all of them from Bill about how sorry he is, how I need to come home, and how my mom is worried. It’s him who is worried. Worried I’ll tell someone what an asshole he really is. How controlling and stifling he is. What am I still doing with him? Why can’t I just tell him that I don’t want him anymore? Why in the hell can’t I grow some balls and leave him? Damn! I wish things hadn’t changed between Jase and me. I wish I could just tell Jase how I feel about him, about my life and live happily ever after.
Chapter 5
There’s fucking something going on, and I aim to find out what. I pace the living room floor, waiting for Alena to come back from the bathroom. She’s taking forever in there, and I’m about ready to go and crash through the door when I hear it open. It takes her awhile to walk back, but then she moves straight passed me and sits down on the couch, so I do the same. “Everything okay?” I watch her closely. She was never able to keep things from be before but so much has changed. We’ve changed. I fucking hate it. I miss the closeness we used to have.
“I’m good. Really good, actually,” she says smiling as she picks up her beer.
“Oh, yeah? Do you think you should drink more?” I give her my smirk, and she laughs. God, I love her laugh. I’ve fucking missed it.
“Oh, yeah. I need to drink more. A lot more. I’m having a great time. I need it.” She takes a drink and I start to stand.
“Okay. You asked for it.” I walk around the couch and into the kitchen, opening the cabinet that holds my stash. I grab two glasses and walk back in, sitting down on the floor as I place everything on the coffee table. She grins and slides down next to me as I open the tequila bottle and pour two shots into the small glasses, then hand her one.
Her eyebrows raise. “No salt or lime?”
I raise my glass up to hers and click it together. “Nope. Straight up.” She gives me a fucking sexy grin, and we both drink them fast. The liquid burns a little going down, but I’m sure after a few more I won’t feel it. I take her glass and pour us another one and we down them quick. After a couple more, I sit back with my beer and feel the numbing begin. This is really what I’ve been wanting, needing. Not being able to think, not really feeling anything. I haven’t drank that much booze in a couple of years. Spent way too much time in a bottle after the accident and don’t want to go back there, but every once in a while isn’t bad. However, the feeling I get, taking away the pain for a little while, is nice.
I turn and lean my head against my hand, my arm on the couch
I look at his firm jaw as he speaks. The way his muscles move when he shrugs. Damn, he’s definitely grown into a fine looking man, not that he wasn’t before, just more now. I sit up straight and then start to stand up but I’m a little tipsier than I thought and lose my footing. He’s fast in grabbing my arms and I wince. “Damn! Are you okay, Al? Did I hurt you?” I pull back, abruptly, and shake my head.
“It’s nothing. I…. I ran into the door frame at Mom’s earlier today. It’s just a tiny bruise.” With his long legs, his stride is quick, and he pulls up the shirt sleeve on my right arm. “It looks worse than it is. I just bruise easy,” I tell him, hoping he will buy it and not ask any more questions. I shrug out of his hold, give him what I hope is a smile and turn. “I’m just going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Once I reach the bathroom and close the door, I look into the mirror at the bruise on my arm and frown. I need to go home, but I really don’t want to. Not now. I pull my phone out from my pocket and sigh. Another fifteen texts, all of them from Bill about how sorry he is, how I need to come home, and how my mom is worried. It’s him who is worried. Worried I’ll tell someone what an asshole he really is. How controlling and stifling he is. What am I still doing with him? Why can’t I just tell him that I don’t want him anymore? Why in the hell can’t I grow some balls and leave him? Damn! I wish things hadn’t changed between Jase and me. I wish I could just tell Jase how I feel about him, about my life and live happily ever after.
Chapter 5
There’s fucking something going on, and I aim to find out what. I pace the living room floor, waiting for Alena to come back from the bathroom. She’s taking forever in there, and I’m about ready to go and crash through the door when I hear it open. It takes her awhile to walk back, but then she moves straight passed me and sits down on the couch, so I do the same. “Everything okay?” I watch her closely. She was never able to keep things from be before but so much has changed. We’ve changed. I fucking hate it. I miss the closeness we used to have.
“I’m good. Really good, actually,” she says smiling as she picks up her beer.
“Oh, yeah? Do you think you should drink more?” I give her my smirk, and she laughs. God, I love her laugh. I’ve fucking missed it.
“Oh, yeah. I need to drink more. A lot more. I’m having a great time. I need it.” She takes a drink and I start to stand.
“Okay. You asked for it.” I walk around the couch and into the kitchen, opening the cabinet that holds my stash. I grab two glasses and walk back in, sitting down on the floor as I place everything on the coffee table. She grins and slides down next to me as I open the tequila bottle and pour two shots into the small glasses, then hand her one.
Her eyebrows raise. “No salt or lime?”
I raise my glass up to hers and click it together. “Nope. Straight up.” She gives me a fucking sexy grin, and we both drink them fast. The liquid burns a little going down, but I’m sure after a few more I won’t feel it. I take her glass and pour us another one and we down them quick. After a couple more, I sit back with my beer and feel the numbing begin. This is really what I’ve been wanting, needing. Not being able to think, not really feeling anything. I haven’t drank that much booze in a couple of years. Spent way too much time in a bottle after the accident and don’t want to go back there, but every once in a while isn’t bad. However, the feeling I get, taking away the pain for a little while, is nice.
I turn and lean my head against my hand, my arm on the couch
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