She opened her mouth to protest, and he captured her parted lips with his own. It was a risky move, but liquid courage took control. After a paralyzed pause, her lips moved with his. He slanted his mouth to take in more and she didn't resist. She tasted better than he imagined. Will's heart sang out, always all in.
The kiss went on and she became his air. Her arms snaked around his shoulders and she pulled him closer. Her soft curves ignited a fire within him. When she moved to straddle his thighs, he wanted to carry her to her bed.
Like a splash of cold water, he knew he couldn't. Buzzed or not there were too many things standing between them, not literally. Only some clothing was between them except where his hand splay across her soft bare back. He pulled back first. She looked up at him with hurt eyes.
"Tequila leads to things that aren't a good idea in the morning."
"You don't like me." She pouted.
"I do. A lot. But you keep telling me you don't like me. You're mourning and vulnerable."
"My Pops is dead and Bryce called me." His gut tightened. "Fucking pissed at paying back the money he owes. Stole it all."
Will held her against his chest and let her cry and pound on him. She would hurt herself before she hurt him. "What did he steal?"
"All our profits. Poof. My dream was gone. My restaurant was gone."
"The one you worked for?"
She pulled back and looked at him with her red eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. "No. My secret. Only Oliver."
She guarded her past like an armored vault. The tequila had her tongue flapping. She said she lost her chef job when the restaurant was mismanaged. Did her ex do the mismanaging? Had she worked for him or were they partners? A real investment group wouldn't like her lie, but he was a guy who had his own lie. More than one if he included how deeply he cared for her.
He attempted to stand to get her water, but she clung to his neck. "Don't leave me." He moaned. If only she meant it the way he wanted her to.
"Water. We need water." He moved her off his lap and stood. When he came back with two glasses of water, she had a shot poured. "Whoa! Bad idea. You need to bake and cook tomorrow. Scampi, remember?"
"No thanks, I'm not hungry."
She would hate him in the morning. But it was her drunk subconscious revealing her secret?
"Drink this?"
She took the glass and gulped. "This tastes terrible." She grabbed her stomach and moaned. "Oh, no."
Will ran and grabbed a trash bin in the nick of time. Once she started retching, he was afraid she would never stop. All the poison came back up. Luckily, years in the dorms had steeled his gut, so he didn't heave himself. When she finished, she curled up in the fetal position and sobbed.
Carefully, he carried her to the bedroom. He had fantasized about a similar moment, but he didn't feel lust for her. His heart ached as she continued to cry, and he sat rubbing her back. Will didn't know how much time had passed before her sobs quieted.
He tried to stand, but she grabbed his wrist. "Don't leave me."
Afraid he would never get a similar invitation, Will stretched out on his side and pulled her into him. His buzz pulled him under. It was dark when he woke but the distant cry of the gulls told him it was morning. What time did she wake?
Slipping off her bed, he searched for his phone. His head hurt and he cursed himself when he saw the bottle. After dumping the rest down the drain, he put it back in the brown paper bag before dropping it in the vomit bin. He looked at the time on his phone. Five-thirty. First, he needed to wake Kat, then he had to leave before half of The Point saw his frost covered windshield.
After shaking her shoulder without getting a response, he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Kaaat, waaake up." She brushed her ear and groaned. "It's five-thirty. When do you get up?"
She sat up and reached for her head before looking around. "Why are you here?" She shut her eyes and winced.
Will wondered what parts she remembered. Hopefully, her frown was for the puking not the kissing.
"What happened?"
"You drank a lot of tequila."
"Did we?"
Ripped the bandaid. "We kissed and in case you don't remember it was off the charts."
"Oh crap. We can't. We shouldn't have."
"But we did and I'll volunteer for more."
Covering her face with her hands, she groaned. "Did I get sick?"
"That I won't happily volunteer to experience again."
"In front of you?"
"You can clean the bin. When do you need to start the coffee?"
"Shit! It's Saturday! I have to go down and work. My head." She moaned. "Cut it off."
"Mine hurts too. Come on, beautiful." He pulled her up, right into him. Part of him wanted to devour her mouth again, but she would probably slap his face. Instead, he kissed her forehead. "I need you to make me coffee."
"I hate you!" She pounded on his chest.
He laughed. "You really don't. Come on." He bit his tongue he almost said before the man found out she opened late. He had to tell her, but she would hate him. She might regret telling her secrets more than kissing him.
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Sweet Love (NG5)
Romance(Complete) After decades, it's the end of an era on The Point. Change is inevitable and Will Drake doesn't like it. Will has the career he always dreamed of but can't hold on to the girl he loves. With a season ending injury and a recent breakup, he...
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