Right With Me - Stacey Lewis Page 0,60
As much as I want to, I don’t gulp down the next one, because if I do, I’m going to be drunk and that won’t end well for me. I’ll probably wind up telling Luke’s wife all about my crush on her husband and how I had so many pictures of him on my wall when I was younger. That would be too embarrassing to come back from, I think.
I’m saved from the danger of making a bigger fool of myself because Gail calls us over for dinner. Mitchell’s waiting at the edge of the yard for me to meet him, and when I do, he looks down at the glass in my hand then into my eyes. “How many of those have you had?”
“A couple?” I don’t want to admit to him that this is my third.
He moves in so he can speak directly into my ear. “Don’t drink anymore, okay?” I start to lean back to ask why, but he continues, his words making my legs tremble along with other, more private parts of my body. “I have plans for you later since we’re both kidless for the night.”
Oh boy. “Can we leave now?” I ask, my lips brushing his ear.
His hand grips my hip hard enough to leave marks. “I wish,” he mutters before tugging my lobe with his teeth. “C’mon, let’s go eat. The sooner we eat, the sooner we can get out of here.”
We take our seats at the table and I can’t even tell you what I eat. My thoughts are so focused on what Mitchell’s plans are for tonight I’m unable to concentrate on anything else. I’m sure I respond to words that are said to me, but I couldn’t tell you who said it or what was said.
It feels like it’s hours later when Mitchell finally pushes his chair back from the table. “Thanks for inviting us, but we need to get going.”
Riley and Meg, the two women sitting across from me both give me knowing looks and I can feel my blush reaching all the way to the roots of my hair. Trying to play it off, I smile at them both and give a little shrug.
“Talk to you later?” Riley lifts an eyebrow when she asks the question, then she looks between Mitchell and I like she’s trying to make sure I’m sober enough to make this decision. The food helped soak up a lot of the alcohol in my system, so now I’m just excited and nervous for whatever is going to happen when we get back to the apartments.
“I’ll text you in the morning,” I assure her.
She still doesn’t look totally convinced, but she nods. “You better.”
We say goodbye to the rest of the group and the ride back seems to take half as long as it should. Mitchell pulls into a parking spot, then turns to face me.
“I want you.” The words are matter of fact. Maybe even blunt. There’s no way to take them other than how he means.
It’s hard for me to say them, but I manage, my voice breaking when I say, “I want you too.” I do. I want to be with him in every way I can be. My only concern is that my body doesn’t look the way it did when I first met Seth. I’ve carried a baby, given birth, and my stomach isn’t completely flat anymore. I have stretch marks and a little pooch.
Mitchell helps me out of his truck, and I wonder which apartment we’re going to. Will it be mine? Or his? I could save myself the question and just ask, but he starts practically dragging me across the parking lot, so the answer is pretty obvious.
His apartment is much quieter than it was the last time I was here. It’s cleaner too. You can tell the kids haven’t been here because there aren’t any sneakers or schoolbooks laying around.
I don’t get to admire the living room very long because he continues walking quickly until we’re in his room. The moment the door shuts, he’s on me, crowding me back against it until I can’t move.
Mitchell’s arms land on either side of my head and I’m trapped in every way. All I can smell is his cologne mixed with the faint scent of oil and car parts that never seems to go away completely. His body surrounds me, and the margaritas I drank earlier have nothing on how he makes me feel.
His mouth drops to mine and