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She smiles down at me, her hand brushing the hair back from my face. Fuck I love it when she touches me. “Mmm, I don’t think that’s it,” she says, moving the bottle so it’s hovering above my mouth.
I open it, letting her pour some of the liquid in as I swallow. “What is it then?” I ask, suddenly feeling a little drunk as I lie here, staring up at her.
She takes another sip and as I close one eye, focusing on the bottle, I realize over half of it is now gone. “I think you’re hiding something,” she eventually says.
“What?”
She laughs again. “Well, if I knew what it was, you wouldn’t be hiding it, would you?”
I grin up at her before opening my mouth again to let her know I want more bourbon. She complies, pouring some more of the liquid down my throat. “Maybe I’m hiding how I really feel,” I say.
Fuck me, what the hell am I saying?
Delaney’s eyes widen as she lifts the bottle to her lips. I watch as she takes a small sip and swallows. I watch the movement of her throat. Everything about it turns me on and fuck I want to kiss her so bad.
“Oh, I know you are,” she eventually says.
I lift my arm, finger pointed at her as I say. “Yeah, but so are you, Laney.”
She smiles, giving me a wink as she says, “Yep, so am I.”
“Tell me what you’re hiding.”
She giggles and fuck if it doesn’t get me. Again. “Tell me whatyou’rehiding,” she says.
I’m grinning like an idiot, the alcohol we’ve drunk swirling in my veins and making me feel like I did the first time I got drunk after stealing a bottle of scotch from my dad’s liquor cabinet at age fifteen. I feel loose and relaxed, like all of my muscles and bones are jelly as I lie here on the mattress, my head in Delaney’s lap, the heat of the fire curling around me.
“I think I asked you first,” I say, pointing up at her again.
She laughs, grabbing my hand as she holds the bottle over me, as if to ask if I want more. I open my mouth in answer, closing my eyes as I wait for the warm liquid to hit the back of my throat.
“I don’t think so,” she whispers as she pours.
I swallow it down, everything tasting so much better than it did when we first started in on the bottle. My brain feels like it’s swimming inside my head as I smile up at her.
“I do,” I say, opening my eyes.
Delaney takes another mouthful of bourbon, her eyes never leaving mine as she looks down at me. She lifts her hand, her fingers moving over my face, tracing the line of my eyebrow. Her touch sends shivers straight down my spine and as shitty as this situation is, I know right now, there is absolutely nowhere else I’d rather be.
“You know we’re gonna be fucked tomorrow, don’t you?” she whispers.
I grin. “Like literally or metaphorically?”
She bursts out laughing. “Shit, I swear you actually sound smarter when you’re drunk.”
Now it’s me laughing. “I’m lots of things when I’m drunk, Laney.”
She raises a brow, pouring a little more bourbon into my mouth before taking another sip. “Oh yeah, such as?”
I lift my arms above my head, wrapping them around her back. “Funny, adorable, cute, sexy.”
“Oh, and modest as hell too,” she says sarcastically. “Let’s not forget that.”
I laugh, squeezing her in my backward embrace. “I really like you, Laney.”
“What?” she breathes out, the word so quiet if I wasn’t looking up at her, I could’ve easily missed it.
“I’m sorry I’m such an asshole,” I continue, hearing the words that are falling from my mouth but being powerless to stop them. “Iaman asshole. But I like you.Reallylike you,” I whisper. “That’s what I’m hiding.”
