"We pretended like we didn't know each other."
"Why?"
"I don't know. She looked so sweet. I didn't want to ruin her life."
"You're a better person than me."
"Wow, you're doing so well with this play nice thing. What do you want from me?"
She's under the impression I'm being kind so I can butter her up for something. But I'm honestly not. Now that our fists are down, I could use a friend.
"I don't want anything," I say as my dick tells me it wants to see underneath her bikini. "You seem okay?"
"It's whatever." Her thighs spread a millimeter, and I hope she's drunk enough she doesn't notice my breathing has become restricted. The situation I'm in is wildly inappropriate. My dick is getting harder by the second, and I need to remove myself from this tense position I put myself in.
"It's getting late, I better go—"
"No!" Amelia grabs a chunk of my shirt, and the opening where my head goes through is skewed and revealing my shoulder.
"No?" I question.
She releases my shirt from her imposing yet possessive grip.
"Sorry, didn't mean to attack you there." She straightens my shirt and brushes off the shoulder area.
She accentuates the brushing of her palm and moves the location of her hand to my back.
"These muscles are so impressive," she muses. "Wow, I've never felt anything so hard."
Honey, if you think that’s hard…
"Thanks, but umm… let's get back on topic."
I'm trying to be a gentleman. I'm not going to take advantage of her in this state. I won't.
"I hope you blocked his number," I tell her.
"I did."
"And never give that piece of shit the time of day."
"I won't."
She crosses an X over her heart, waits a beat and then bursts out laughing.
She'd be mortified to know she spit on me, but because I'm on the verge of erupting in my pants, I find it a turn on.
She's cackling that drunk laugh we've all heard a million times. And over something not even that funny.
"You'll find someone better than Beckett."
She won't remember much of this conversation tomorrow, and even if I want to be her knight in shining armor, my efforts are futile.
"I'll be single forever, and that's okay. If that's how my life goes, that's okay."
She's playing with a wet piece of her hair as she changes positions.
She relaxes her body weight onto me, her back on mine like that's my sole purpose here. We sit like this in silence for so long, I think she fell asleep.
