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Authors: S. Jackson Rivera
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he stood behind her, touching her.
“Tequila. Remember what it did to you last time? We want you relaxed, not plastered.” He still hadn’t let go of her waist, but turned back to Eddie. “Give me another bourbon, the secret bottle behind the cooler, two fingers.”
Rhees took her drink back to her spot, leaving Paul at the bar waiting for his. He met her at the chair in the darkest corner of the deck before she sat down, and he looked back at the party to see what she’d been seeing all night from her vantage point.
“You can see almost everything from here.”
He didn’t understand the dirty look she gave him.
“How’re you holding up?”
“Fine!” she snipped.
“Are you having second thoughts? I need to know.” He eyed her, trying to figure out what brought on the sudden bad mood.
“No. I’m ready to get this over with. I know you’re ready to be done with it too.”
“What the fuc—” He reeled in his too-quick temper, not wanting to be irritated with her tonight. “What does that mean?”
“You’re going to make me say it? I saw you dancing with Nicole. You’re stuck with me when you’d have more fun going home with her.”
He eyeballed her, suddenly very interested. He tilted his head.
“Are you jealous?”
“No,” she gaped. She did absurd quite convincingly.
“Take a drink of your G and T—a big one.” He tightened his lips so they couldn’t break into a grin, but his eyes gave him away. They too often did.
“Why?”
“Because you need to chill out. The stress of all this is getting to you, more than I realized.”
She took a gulp, cringed when she swallowed. “I thought you said these tasted good.”
“I didn’t say it would taste good. I said they don’t taste too bad.” He watched her with his lopsided grin. “Take another drink.”
She let out a breath, closed her eyes, and gulped down another big swallow and then another. They both watched each other as they continued to take drinks from their plastic cups.
“Okay, now tell me why you think I’d rather go home with Nicole?”
“No.”
He shook his head and gestured for her to take yet another drink. She did. He licked his lips and pressed them together in a thin line before running through several more of his facial motions.
“You’re a very oral guy, did you know that?”
He worried, sure she’d changed her mind.
“You’re always doing things with your mouth. It’s like a nervous tick or something. Are you even aware you’re doing it?”
“It’s been pointed out to me once or twice.” He relaxed. He thought she’d meant something entirely different. Only four people besides his family had ever noticed his nervous habit. His brow furrowed. “But no, I don’t usually realize I’m doing it.”
“You use your tongue a lot too. Are you aware of that?”
“Yeah, I know.” Now she was closer to what he thought she meant the first time.
Her brooding made him grin, wondering where she was going with this, and thinking the alcohol must already be working. She never finished explaining what she meant by bringing up Nicole, but he didn’t want to remind her at the moment, just in case she hadn’t cooled off yet. He’d learned long ago, addressing one woman’s accusations about another rarely ended well.
“It might help . . . when you kiss me, if you’d not assault me with your tongue, right off the bat.”
“Assault you.” His eyes widened. He waited, amused.
“Yeah, it’s a little shocking. Maybe if you’d start out with your mouth closed. You know, just a soft, chaste kiss . . . but lingering, and then work up to a little open mouth, for a bit. And when you do finally—maybe just introduce your tongue first. You know, like knock on the door for a second, don’t just barge in.”
“Are you giving me kissing lessons?” He bit his lip, not sure if he should laugh or be embarrassed.
She took another big drink. She shrugged. “I don’t know how all the other girls like
“Tequila. Remember what it did to you last time? We want you relaxed, not plastered.” He still hadn’t let go of her waist, but turned back to Eddie. “Give me another bourbon, the secret bottle behind the cooler, two fingers.”
Rhees took her drink back to her spot, leaving Paul at the bar waiting for his. He met her at the chair in the darkest corner of the deck before she sat down, and he looked back at the party to see what she’d been seeing all night from her vantage point.
“You can see almost everything from here.”
He didn’t understand the dirty look she gave him.
“How’re you holding up?”
“Fine!” she snipped.
“Are you having second thoughts? I need to know.” He eyed her, trying to figure out what brought on the sudden bad mood.
“No. I’m ready to get this over with. I know you’re ready to be done with it too.”
“What the fuc—” He reeled in his too-quick temper, not wanting to be irritated with her tonight. “What does that mean?”
“You’re going to make me say it? I saw you dancing with Nicole. You’re stuck with me when you’d have more fun going home with her.”
He eyeballed her, suddenly very interested. He tilted his head.
“Are you jealous?”
“No,” she gaped. She did absurd quite convincingly.
“Take a drink of your G and T—a big one.” He tightened his lips so they couldn’t break into a grin, but his eyes gave him away. They too often did.
“Why?”
“Because you need to chill out. The stress of all this is getting to you, more than I realized.”
She took a gulp, cringed when she swallowed. “I thought you said these tasted good.”
“I didn’t say it would taste good. I said they don’t taste too bad.” He watched her with his lopsided grin. “Take another drink.”
She let out a breath, closed her eyes, and gulped down another big swallow and then another. They both watched each other as they continued to take drinks from their plastic cups.
“Okay, now tell me why you think I’d rather go home with Nicole?”
“No.”
He shook his head and gestured for her to take yet another drink. She did. He licked his lips and pressed them together in a thin line before running through several more of his facial motions.
“You’re a very oral guy, did you know that?”
He worried, sure she’d changed her mind.
“You’re always doing things with your mouth. It’s like a nervous tick or something. Are you even aware you’re doing it?”
“It’s been pointed out to me once or twice.” He relaxed. He thought she’d meant something entirely different. Only four people besides his family had ever noticed his nervous habit. His brow furrowed. “But no, I don’t usually realize I’m doing it.”
“You use your tongue a lot too. Are you aware of that?”
“Yeah, I know.” Now she was closer to what he thought she meant the first time.
Her brooding made him grin, wondering where she was going with this, and thinking the alcohol must already be working. She never finished explaining what she meant by bringing up Nicole, but he didn’t want to remind her at the moment, just in case she hadn’t cooled off yet. He’d learned long ago, addressing one woman’s accusations about another rarely ended well.
“It might help . . . when you kiss me, if you’d not assault me with your tongue, right off the bat.”
“Assault you.” His eyes widened. He waited, amused.
“Yeah, it’s a little shocking. Maybe if you’d start out with your mouth closed. You know, just a soft, chaste kiss . . . but lingering, and then work up to a little open mouth, for a bit. And when you do finally—maybe just introduce your tongue first. You know, like knock on the door for a second, don’t just barge in.”
“Are you giving me kissing lessons?” He bit his lip, not sure if he should laugh or be embarrassed.
She took another big drink. She shrugged. “I don’t know how all the other girls like