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“What do you mean? Kinda like me?” She was pushing my limits. After the taste of her lips and her impassionedresponse, I wanted to crawl in bed with her for days. Talking about Aaron and other women were not my desired topics.
She said matter-of-factly, “Well, you know, you have Blondie one day. Next, you have a redhead and then another day, you were with a brunette. Now, you’re back to a Blondie. You’re going through the color wheel of hair pretty fast, Zander.”
She kept tabs on me?!
“You should know, all of your lady friends are posted in Chatty Pepper’s site,” her voice sounded strange.
I was going to burn that web site.
“You told me you weren’t ready for anything,” I responded, “Then, all of a sudden, you were with Kieran.”
The margaritas really did a number on her, her eyes were slightly glazed, “Kieran,” she hiccupped, “Excuse me, Kieran is my best friend.”
We were almost at her place. I slowed the car down.
“I thought he was your boyfriend. You were with him at the awards and you guys looked really close. And John sent me a picture of you and him at the beach, all cozy and shit.”
She laughed lightly and managed to explain, in between hiccups, “I like hanging out at the beach,”Hiccup,“with Kieran,”Hiccup,“he’s my bestest friend,”Hiccup,“Awards night? Nalee was,”Hiccup,“there with us too.”
What a bunch of misunderstandings! I saw the dynamics between her and Kieran tonight. They were close, yes. But there was nothing close to romantic going on between them. If there was, I didn’t think Kieran would be the type to just sit around and say nothing about his girlfriend’s mouth on another guy.
I was going in. She was tipsy, but I was grabbing my chance. I’ve missed too many chances with her. I parked my car.
“Sedona, those other ladies, they were just dates.”
“Just dates?” She hiccupped again.
“Yeah, nothing happened between me and those women.”
“Nothing?” she looked at me, unbelieving, “Really?”
“Yes. You were too busy occupying my mind that nothing ever happened between me and them.”
“Yeah?” she asked again, then a hiccup, “I’m tipsy, Zander, not stupid.”
She had to believe me. I planted my hand on her leg and asked her to look at me, “Believe me, they were there. But they weren’t you. I just hung out with them, but I went home alone every night.” Suddenly, it was very important for me to let her know that she was the only one on my mind.
She was quiet, I was sure she was going to tell me to go home, she did not believe me.
She looked to her right, towards her apartment, “Zander, you know what the best cure for hiccups is?”
I was not following her train of thought; I answered anyway, “No.”
“Hiccups are caused by the involuntary contraction of a person's diaphragm…”
She was giving me a science lesson?! She was tipsy but her brain was obviously working.
She continued, “Drinking too much alcohol can cause hiccups.”
I was not sure where she was going with this. She was changing the topic.
“…and I heard the best cure for hiccups is a kiss. Lots and lots of them.”
My mind whirled, my gaze landed on her lips. Was she saying what I thought she was saying?
“Zander, kiss me.”
She didn’t have to ask twice.
