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“Yes, and two will be plenty.”
I roll my eyes and drink the vodka. It’s just as bad as the first time, but I feel a better buzz this time.
“Aren’t you going to have something?” I ask, looking at the probably thousands of dollars worth of alcohol.
“I’m driving, remember?”
“Oh. Yeah.”
“You wanna take a look around at the rest of the house?” Sean asks, his lips slightly parted.
There’s nothing I want more than to be alone with him right now.
“Sure,” I reply.
We find our way to a room that’s empty. The color scheme is really depressing, the walls are a dark blue with black furniture. It’s an office, with a big wooden desk and a midnight black leather chair. I lean up against the desk, holding myself steady with my hands on the edges.
“This is a nice house,” I sputter.
“You’re a lightweight, Billie.” He laughs, taking slow strides toward me.
He looks extra tall when I’m sitting. He’s practically towering over me. He’s so pretty.
“Did you just call me pretty?” he asks, leaning over me now. His hands rest on the desk, pressing up against each side of my hips.
“Did I?” I try to focus on whether I said it out loud, but I can’t. All I can focus on is his tan skin.
“You can’t say something like that to me. It just makes me want to kiss you.”
I can feel my lips part, trembling. I try to focus on my words so as to not mess them up.
“Then kiss me,” I demand.
I can’t help what I want.
I’m not impaired. I’ve thought about it before, I just have a little help to get there this time.
“You told me we shouldn’t do anything,” he whispers, his hands tensing beside me.
“Why’d I do that again?” I close my eyes.
He’s leaving. Remember that. There’s no point…right?
He takes a deep breath in and out, the soft air hitting my nose.
“You suck for leaving, because I really wish you could kiss me right now. I really wish we could do a lot,” I add.
His legs hover around mine, sending a shock through my stomach.
“Trust me, I do too.”
“I wanted you to be my first,” I blurt.
“First what?” Sean stares deeper at me, curiosity ringing in his voice.
“My first—you know…” I don’t think I should be saying this. “I’ve never done that—it. I wanted to wait, but now we’ll never have the chance.”
His face is serious now. “You wanted me?” he questions, stunned.
