With a casual smile, I hand a glass to Connor. “Happy Thanksgiving.”
He looks at it for a brief moment and then reluctantly takes the glass. “Thanks?”
“No problem.” I sit on my couch and make myself comfortable.
My little fire’s eyes are staring holes right into me. Wide and round and curious as to what my plan is.
“Cheers.” I hold up my drink.
“Wait.” Sunny grabs his glass, making me arch a brow.
“Do you want some, Sunny?” I offer.
She deflates. “No…no, I thought… it was something else.”
With creased brows, Connor salutes his drink and sniffs it before taking a measured sip. “Blantons?”
“There is no other bourbon in my opinion.” I take another sip.
“These are so hard to come by.”
“I have a whole stock in my cabinet. Feel free to have at it,” I offer.
He takes another greedy sip, giving me inclination that my plan is going to play out perfectly.
Let the games begin.
Every move he attempts makes my fucking body tick. But that’s okay, because he is becoming sloppier by the minute. Words are starting to slur, feet are starting to stumble, and what little filter he already had is long gone.
I guess that’s what happens when you can’t say no to liquor and are six glasses of Blanton's in.
By the third glass, I don’t even need to start handing them to him, and he is already long gone to realize I’ve held the same glass in my hand this whole time. What appeared as a peace offering has become my plan for the night. Nothing like a good bourbon to numb his broken heart.
He attempts his passes at Sunny, and I try my best to keep my rage at bay and let my plan unfold. It’s only a matter of time now.
They play games together but hopelessly fail at each attempt. Connor uses the cliché leverage of teaching Sunny how to play each.
Come on Connor, you couldn’t have come up with something more original?
To my surprise, Sunny plays along—she even seems to enjoy it.I know you better than that, Sunny. Don’t stoop to his level.
Nancy, the girl who wouldn’t leave me alone on Halloween night, is here. My statement remains true—she won’t leave mealone tonight. I have no interest in her, but somehow, she becomes my partner for these stupid games.
Then I feel my girl call to me on that soul bridge. Looking over, I find her eyes trailing back to me.
You’ll find your way to me.
SUNNY
Once the food digests and the main games are over, everyone either settles into watching a movie in the living room, playing a quiet game of beer pong, or mingling in casual conversation with one another.
I sit on the couch with Connor's arm around me. After drink three, I decided Tyler hadn’t drugged it, and that maybe it was a peace offering. But the way his eyes are on me from across the room tells me something entirely different. He is waiting for something, and I have no clue what it is.
Connor’s boozed breath is unavoidable as he continues to whisper drunken words in my ear. I know what he’s expecting tonight, and as the clock ticks and the night starts to wind down, I feel myself wanting to run from the situation and agreement entirely.
I hadn’t been with anyone else before. Ryan was my first and only, and I intended for him to be my last. I’m not sure if I’d count what Tyler and I did, but all I know is that it didn’t affect me the way I anticipated.
Grazing his hands along my thigh, Connor goes up higher than I’m comfortable with, refusing to move it. He gives my thigh a little squeeze and I feel my heart sink.
