Never Enough - By Ashley Johnson Page 0,15
around his waist and I’d gaze into his beautiful eyes and tell him how much I wanted to be with him and when I realized he didn’t and wasn’t going to, I suddenly wanted a drink. I had just basically poured my heart out in song to him. Maybe I should have gone with another choice but that needed to get off my chest. Halley had stopped kissing Marcus long enough to see the look on my face. I had to hand it to her, she had amazing best friend radar and she knew I was wanting that shot of whiskey. She stepped away from Marcus, walked behind the bar and she grabbed a shot glass and filled it with coke and slid it over to me. I grinned and accepted the drink and threw it back.
The band got back on stage a few minutes later and finished their set around midnight. While they began taking down their equipment, everyone spread out among the crowd while the DJ kept the music going into the wee morning hours. People were drinking and dancing the night away without a care in the world. That must be nice. I drew in a deep breath and made my way back to the office to get the money to pay the band for their performance. I fumbled through Uncle Gary's filing cabinet to find the envelope. I swear he has papers from the last twenty years or so just piled up in this office. He needed to throw some of this away. Some of these papers didn’t even have anything to do with the bar. He probably didn’t want to clutter up his own house so he figured The Lounge was the perfect place. After what seemed like an eternity, an envelope stuck out that said 'The Band'. I didn’t really expect it to say anything else. I rolled my eyes and I grabbed it and turned around to find Trevor standing there leaned against the doorway. My oh my, he was so good looking. My brain began throwing all kind of sentences together but nothing would come out. Good thing they didn’t. Some of them sounded too corny in my head I couldn’t imagine how stupid they would sound out loud. "Oh uh, hey...I didn't know you were there. Here's uh your money." His hand brushed mine as he reached for it and it felt like a million fireworks went off inside my stomach. And I thought the Fourth of July fireworks were intense. They had nothing on this. I couldn’t deny any of this any longer. I wanted him.
He stepped closer and I could feel the heat radiating between us. It was enough to start a fire. A very hot smoking fire. Burn down this city kind of fire. "Thanks,” he whispered leaning into my ear. He must have recently taken a shot because his breath smelled like whiskey and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to taste his poison.
His lips moved closer to mine and I swear they were so close I could almost feel them. I desperately wanted to feel them. Ashamed of my actions last night, my head lowered and I looked down, “Did we really kiss last night?" I should have left that alone but I needed to know. The thought of not knowing was killing me the more I thought about it.
He touched my chin and raised it up til our eyes met. He stared into my green eyes for a minute before he responded, "No Mace, I wanted to but I didn't want to cross any lines. I do know the rules." His face wore a serious expression. In the time I've known him I've never known him to be so serious. He was a joker. Everything was funny to him; he always had some sarcastic line to use. That’s how he always had been, always would be.
My eyes didn't stray from his, they stayed locked, completely mesmerized. I stood unaware of what was getting ready to happen but I already knew deep down. "Trevor the lines have already been crossed." I leaned in as my lips fiercely met his and I felt dizzy with emotion. My mind told me to stop but my heart wouldn’t listen. I had wanted to do this for so long. I reached up to grab the back of his neck to steady myself. My lips parted to let him explore. He didn’t push me away, he leaned in