The god bites his bottom lip before he stands and wipes his hands down his boxers. “I’m Colt, in case you were wondering.” He smiles. “Try to get some sleep because I’m sure as shit your head’s gonna be pounding tomorrow morning.” He moves to leave.
Panic consumes me.
I don’t want to be alone.
I’m never alone.
I need someone here with me.
Hecan’tleave!
Before he gets too far, I grab his hand, and he turns back to face me. Colt’s skin is rough, but so warm that a fire ignites throughout my entire body.
“Please don’t leave. Everybody leaves me. I don’t want to be alone,” I beg him.
Colt looks at me, then at the door, like he’s trying to figure out his next move. Then, with an exhale, he sits back down on the couch, and I sigh in relief while I wipe away the fresh tears forming.
“Okay, but if I’m going to stay, that right there…” he waves at me, screwing up his face. “That emotional female thing you’ve got goin’ on, it has to stop.Now!”
My stomach flips, confused why he would talk to me that way, but for some reason, my crying subsides, and I simply nod, sniffing back my emotions. “O-okay,” I say sheepishly.
Colt nods, resting his ankle on his other knee, and leans back into the couch.Wow, if I weren’t broken-hearted and had no inhibitions, the things I’d do to this stranger beside me are totally out of character for me.It doesn’t stop me from thinking about them as I clench my thighs together and bite my lip.
“If I’m gonna sit here with you instead of getting the sleep I desperately need, you’d better start talking. Starting with your name…” he states with a smirk.
“I’m Deliah, but most people call me Dee.” He smiles, and I continue, “Joseph and I were in the middle of a nice dinner, then with absolutely no emotion, he explained that he didn’t and never has loved me. That he’s keeping Princess Sophia, and I’m moving out tonight. He drove me home, packed my bags, and now I’m here, drinking my life away and talking to some hot guy I don’t even know.”
Did I say that last bit out loud?
He smiles with a cocky grin.
Yep, I said it out loud.
“Um… thanks. What’s a Princess Sophia?”
I laugh out loud. But unfortunately, it’s more of an undignified snort, and I shoot my hand up to my mouth.
What is wrong with me?
The corner of his mouth quirks up like he’s enjoying himself, having a great time at my expense.
“Sorry, must be the vodka.” A little girlish giggle escapes my lips.
Get a hold of yourself, Deliah Norman. You’re acting like a right git!
“Don’t worry… I get the whole broken heart, vodka thing. Been there, drunk that,” Colt says, and I laugh. “So, what is it?”
“What’s what?” I reply, slightly confused.
“What’s a Princess Sophia?”
I laugh again, and now he’s looking at me with furrowed brows and a smirk.
This man must think I’m an imbecile.
“She’s nota what. She’s my Yorkipoo.”
“Fuck! I don’t want to know anything about shit, thanks.” He screws up his nose like he’s just tasted something nasty.
