"Alex," Zack said, "let’s let Jocelyn get her rest now. You can see her tomorrow."
Alex pushed my hair to one side and whispered in my ear, "Don’t make me leave."
He was incredibly drunk, and he reeked of beer and some other kind of alcohol, but those odors didn’t seem to bother me. I liked the feeling of his warm breath against my skin. I craved his touch.
"Zack," I said. "It’s okay, he can stay."
"I’m not sure the chief is gonna be real happy about this, sugar," Zack said. "I’m sure he already wants to string him up by his—" He cleared his throat. "He’s probably not too happy with Alex at the moment."
"He won’t be home for a while," I said as Alex kissed my neck.
"God, you smell so good," he whispered against my skin.
"I’ll call Evan and tell him to come and get him." The feel of his lips against my skin made me tingle all over. I hadn't felt that good in a long time.
"How about I just wait in my car?" Zack offered. "He’s gonna pass out soon, and I’ll bring him home."
"Okay." I nodded my agreement.
Zack headed back to his car, so I shut the door and turned around in Alex’s arms to face him.
"Hi’s." He smiled.
"Hi," I whispered back. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you," he said. "Been wantin’ to all night." He gently pushed me up against the door and kissed me hard and long, moving his hands up and down my arms, and then gripping my shoulders. My head spun as he continued to kiss me. After a minute or so, I felt like I might lose my balance from the lack of oxygen. It was a really good kiss.
"Mmm, Alex." I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let go. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him. "I can taste so much alcohol in your mouth, you’re gonna intoxicate my baby."
"Ourbaby." He corrected me and pressed his forehead to mine. His vibrant green eyes were glazed over from the booze, but they somehow still managed to sparkle. He softly kissed my lips, but I could tell he was struggling to stand up.
I took his hand and led him to the couch. He sat down and pulled me into his lap, so I turned to face him.
"Alex." I sighed. "You shouldn’t be here."
"I had to see you," he said. "I wanted you to know."
"Know what?"
"I didn’t mean it." He gently kissed my lips. "I want my baby."
"We shouldn’t discuss this now; you don’t know what you’re saying," I said. "We can wait until you’re sober."
"I’m sayin’ what I know," he said insistently. "I’m drunk, but I know what I want.
I want you and her." He pointed to my stomach.
"Her?" I smiled.
"Well, you said I couldn’t call it anit," he said.
"No, you can’t."
"Jocelyn," he whispered. "Can I touch her?"
His question took me by surprise. No one but me had ever touched my stomach, well, except the doctor, and Evan came close earlier, but that was it. I was afraid if I let him, and then tomorrow he woke up and changed his mind, I’d be devastated.
"Please." He moved his hand to my hip.
