That was the one line, of all the things she had said, that got her choked up. I squeezed her hand, but it did little to stem the tide. She let out a long sigh to push back her tears, but her watering eyes failed her.
“But when I spoke to him... well, it’s not quite there yet,” she said with a short laugh, raising her right hand to clear up her eyes. “He still has a hard time confronting what happened before. Every time I try to be vulnerable, he just makes a joke. He’s sober, so that’s good. But... well, all of this is to say I think you and I have a lot in common.”
“So it would seem,” I said.
She had a point. I didn’t fully agree with it, but maybe the point wasn’t that her dad and my dad were exactly alike. Maybe the point was that we both had our struggles with our fathers.
“And that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?” Jess said. She reached back and grabbed her beer. She held hers out, and we clinked glasses. “To figuring out ourselves and emerging out of the shadow of our fathers.”
“To our daddy issues.”
Jess doubled over in laughter. I laughed too, even though I thought my joke was lame.
Maybe we weren’t so different after all. Maybe Jess was something to be strongly desired. Maybe...
Maybe she could actually be the first girl that I seriously dated and had something real with.
Don’t get too far ahead of yourself.
“So, are we going to watch a movie?”
Her words might have said that she wanted to watch a movie, but the way her eyes were looking at me, I was pretty sure she wasn’t talking about an actual Netflix movie.
“Well, if I’m being fully honest, since this seems to be the theme tonight,” I said. “I prefer to skip past the pretenses and get right to the point.”
Jess leaned forward so much that I could have brushed our noses together. Her perfume consumed me, and her eyes begged me to take her.
“And that is?” she said coyly.
Words were no longer needed. Thought was no longer needed. Just hard, rough, deliberate action.
I grabbed her neck and pulled her in for a kiss that almost immediately became sloppy and erotic. I pressed her into the couch and felt her legs wrap around my hips as our bodies smashed together, our clothes the only thing separating us from the sex that was about to happen.
And soon, we weren’t just confined to the couch. I picked her up and tried to carry her to the bedroom, but not before our momentum slammed us against the hallway wall. I knocked over some books from one of my coffee tables, and the impact on the wall caused a picture to get off-center, but I couldn’t have given two fucks. The only fuck I had to give was going right to Jess, and I was going to give it good to her.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I said.
“Shut up, let’s go.”
I barely had a chance to react before she pulled me into the bedroom. I caught the briefest of glimpses of her eyes before she pulled me back in for a kiss—and with that look in her eyes, I suddenly knew that I was in for something I was not prepared for. No bunny, no random, no online date could match the fire that I just saw in Jess’ eyes.
And I couldn’t have been more fucking excited because of it.
