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“I want you,” she whispers against my lips in between kisses.
“You have me, you can have me in any way you want.”
While I saidthat I needed to get up early and work last night, after getting back home this morning at four-thirty in the morning, I go directly to my bed and pass back out only to wake up a few hours later to a pounding on my door.
I drag myself out of bed and with a yawn, I open the front door to a very excited Cooper.
“Why are you knocking on my door so early? And why the hell do you looks so happy?” I ask him to step aside to allow him entrance.
“I asked Nydia to marry me last night, and she said yes!” he says excitedly.
“Man, that’s pretty awesome. Congrats. But why are you here with me when you should be in bed with your woman?”
“She needed to head into town, some appointment that she already had lined up. Why are you looking like you were still asleep, it’s noon?”
“I passed out when I came back from Madison’s.”
“Come with me to the bar, I want to celebrate and make sure no one is messing with my work site.” Cooper says shoving his hands in his front pockets.
“Sure thing, let me switch out of these clothes.”
We’re sitting at the bar, with burgers in front of us, a few empty shot glasses beside a full one and a beer in front of us as well. We’re properly lubricated, and I know that at this point no work will be done today.
We have a small crowd gathered at the bar with us as we are taking turns telling jokes with Noah and Miles when the crowd breaks for both Nydia and Madison.
I open my arms for Madison and almost fall back in my seat.
“Didja hear the good news, they’re getting married, so we’re celebrating!” I tell Madison, likely at too high of a volume.
“Yeah, yeah, I heard. Geez, you stink, how much have you had to drink?” she asks looking at the bar where the scene of my evening lays.
She looks over everything in front of me, then slowly returns her gaze to me. She has a look that my fuzzy brain cannot compute, I smile at her, hoping that she will return the smile, but she doesn’t.
“So, I’m going to go. I don’t want to see you like this,” she says to me as Miles walks up to us.
“Hey there, can I get you a celebration shot?” he asks her.
“No thanks, I was just leaving,” she returns her gaze from Miles to me again. “I’m not a fan of drunk Lewis.”
I have nothing to say, not because I don’t agree with her, but because I can’t actually form the words of apology.
She gets off my lap and taps Nydia on the shoulder, whispers something to her and without any other words, she leaves.
