Melody
I was definitely more drunk than I had intended to be tonight. Friday nights Penelope, Lola, and I dedicate our time to a girls night. Both of my girls are my ride or die. We all grew up together and our parents were best friends so we were pretty much destined to be inseparable. When Lola brought over the one and only person I have been trying to avoid in attempts to save my dignity I felt my whole stomach flip.
I wasn't sure if the nausea was anxiety or drunk induced but I knew that I was definitely feeling off. Lola and Cane were moving and dancing together like they have known each other forever. The fluidity of her hips and his was almost intoxicating. I couldn't peel my eyes off the male who acted as if he was interested in the girl in front of him. I couldn't help this simmering feeling that I felt throughout my whole body. Jealousy? No. Why would I even feel jealous. I have a husband and I have no right to feel this way over someone I know nothing of.
But the pull I feel toward him. I can't deny this feeling I get in my chest that this person has some sort of connection with me. Again, I know nothing about him. He could be a crazy murderer for all I'm aware but yet my body is acting different from my brain. After a few minutes of watching Lola and Cane dance I couldn't stomach it anymore. I turned to see where Penelope went and she's disappeared. Knowing there was no outlet I sighed and leaned in to get Lola's attention.
"Lola...we need to get going...it's a code pink" I yelled so she could hear. I could see all the disappointment on my best friends face and she looked back at Cane. "Hey, though dancing with you has been great we have to get going, girl emergency!" she said and Cane gave a soft smile as he backed away from Lola. He didn't seem disappointed when she said that we needed to leave. He kept his eyes on Lola almost as if he was intentionally avoiding looking at me. "Before we go, can I get your number?" Lola asks, being the bold bitch she always has been.
Again the same warm simmering feeling waves over me making me feel extra hot. I study his face which goes from a slight shock to happiness when he nods his head. He lets out a soft chuckle and then hands her his phone so she can just put her number in. At this rate I was itching to just get away from these two so I could go home and sort out this sickly feeling. I have never been the jealous type. I have always gotten exactly what I wanted and rarely had to work for it. Not having this man that I was undoubtedly desiring was starting to irritate me. After they exchange a few more words and numbers I tug on Lola's arm to get her to start moving. Lola giggles as she blows a kiss to Cane who pretends to catch it.
"Come on Lola!" I groan, annoyed. I was tired of watching these two flirt and I desperately needed to get home so I could go to sleep. Clearly my emotions are because I am drunk and sleep deprived. But are you really that drunk? I ask myself as I usher Lola outside so we can get an uber home. I like to believe that everything I am feeling right now is simply because I am drunk and there's no way I could have feelings for a guy I barely know. Once the uber arrives Lola and I climb in. We make our way to my house since Lola lives in the same development and can just walk to her house from mine. Once we get home I make my way inside taking off my shoes and stumbling up the stairs.
My husband is in bed asleep when I peel off my minidress and climb into bed. I look over at him and I feel is this immediate disgust. I can't even remember when my love for Michael faded. I haven't look at him in months and felt that love and attraction for him I felt on our wedding day. I sigh as I roll over and grab my phone to text the group chat.
Melody: Did you make it home yet @penelope
Lola: Home safe! I can't believe I got that sexy boys number...Didn't you say you knew him?
Penelope: *eggplant emoji* *water emoji* Oh I made it home safe alright ttyl. Mwah!
I rolled my eyes at Penelope's text. She was the queen of hookup culture. I chose to tune into Lola's text.
Melody: I know him from work, we are acquaintances.
Lola: Well you should hook me up with more men from work...cause this one is sexy!
Again jealousy pitted in the bottom of my stomach, making me nauseous. I needed to figure out how to get over this feeling. I put my phone down and forced myself to sleep, refusing to approach this right now.
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Two days later I dressed in my scrubs for work. At this point I knew Cane's schedule in and out since I had been working so hard to avoid him. He works today and I would be sure to swing by and see what he's doing and if he has been talking to Lola. Lola hadn't mentioned anything more about Cane and I figured (hoped?) that he didn't pay her any mind and just exchanged numbers for casualties and to not turn her down. Normally when I get to work I am nothing but focused on what I am doing but today I couldn't seem to get my head in the game. As soon as I was sent to go eat lunch I practically sprinted down the stairs and to the cafeteria. I couldn't help the flush of butterflies that flooded me when I saw Cane working behind the counter. I hurried up and ordered my lunch from Nolan who was the cook today.
Cane was over at the register and when I approached with my slip I was greeted with a warm smile from him. "Hey.." I said breathlessly not caring if I seemed stupid. I was too wrapped up in the euphoria of being able to cross paths.
"Why hello there, done ignoring me?" Cane asked back in a playful tone. He didn't sound angry or annoyed by my 2 week vanishing. I felt my cheeks flush and I frowned. "It's not that I was-... It's just...I'm busy so you not see where we work!" I huffed embarrassed with being called out. I payed for my food but before turning to walk away I found myself saying, "Hey Cane want to get drinks with us Friday?" My mouth was working faster than my brain or sense of reality but when Cane gave a soft smile and nodded I couldn't help the excitement brewing.
"Same bar as last week. The girls will be there and you can tag along. I am sure they won't mind." I said before grabbing my food that was sitting in the pickup area. "See you around Cane." I smiled and left not waiting for his goodbye as well.
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Steady Hands (WIP)
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