Page 106 of Sour Notes

Just as I’m about to exit stage left and beg Mia’s forgiveness later—if she doesn’t thank me for leaving her with Hercules—the furry fucker hits me again, bleating loudly, drawing the whole class’s attention right to me.

You little turd. I should curry your ass.

“Ahhhh, Philip, how nice of you to join us today. Making new friends, I see.”

The smarmy prick grins at me, palms together, bowing like Mr. Miyagi.

I hate him instantly. What’s he want me to do? Bow back like the Karate Kid? I wouldn’t mind karate chopping him and this goat, for the record, before waxing the hell off.

“Philip is a wild goat. He isn’t part of our herd, but he appears sometimes,” the instructor continues, totally oblivious to my foul mood. “He joins when he wants and disappears when he’s bored. We just let him roam. He's a free spirit, but don’t worry, he’s very friendly.”

Well, so is Lucas. Doesn’t mean I want him up my ass.

Hercules scans the rest of the class, and his eyes definitely linger for a second too long on Mia.

I don’t think so, my guy. I’m stuck here now. You don’t get to touch what’s mine.

Tossing a glare at the wild little prick staring at me with strangely evil-looking minus sign eyes, I mentally tell it to namastay away. Then, before the bigger prick gets any ideas, I walk up behind Mia, wrapping myself around her like a bad rash.

She stiffens as if I’m one too.

Fucking charming considering she practically begged to sit on my cock last night.

So this is how it’s gonna be again? One step forward, five steps back?

Granted, last night wasn’t a step forward, it was a whole ass sprint to the finish line, but I thought we were okay. Good, even. We laughed all the way back to the room. She slept coiled around me naked, for fuck’s sake.

Shit, does she regret it? Is this Halloween 2.0?

Mia mutters something that sounds a little like “not drunk enough” under her breath, but I don’t quite catch the entire thing, thanks to my minor meltdown.

“Sorry, what did you say, Angel?”

She shushes me, shaking her head.

So sooorrry for interrupting. I’ll leave you to the greasy thirst trap you so obviously want.

Whatever.

She definitely wanted me last night.

But this shit needs to stop. I gotta stop drinking around this woman since I obviously can’t trust myself. Not once did I check if she was sure she wouldn’t regret it in the morning. If I’d been sober, I would have, especially with our history.

Instead, not only did I fuck her, right there with her whole family around us, but I did it raw.

First time I’ve fucked anyone bare, and I was too drunk to really appreciate doing it with her.

My dream girl, remember?

You absolute fucking idiot.

Mia shifts in my arms, so I loosen my grip on her waist.

“You ok?” I whisper into her ear, trying to ignore the fact that I’ve seen the prick’s eyes linger on Mia twice more since I draped myself over her.

The absolute last thing I need is Yoga Hercules thinking there’s trouble in paradise.

If he tries anything I’ll make damn sure to give him trouble in paradise.