Porter set his beer down without breaking eye contact with me, then gathered my face in both his hands. “Fuck, I love you.”
Then he kissed me hard, making me gasp from both his proclamation of loving me and his quick action of claiming my mouth. I melted into him though, feeling the truth of his words in that kiss. But just as fast as the kiss happened, he ended it and had a dumbstruck look on his face.
“Shit. Was that too much too fast?”
I chuckled, shaking my head emphatically. “No. If I’m being honest I’ve been feeling the same for a while.” I brushed my thumb along his cheek. “I love you too, Porter.”
Giving him a chaste kiss, I finally pulled away from him, both of us grinning ear to ear. Alden appeared at that moment and huffed as he sat back down on his stool.
“I smell like beer now. No amount of soap in the men’s room could fix that.”
Porter and I shared a laugh, though I did feel bad for Alden.
“How about since it was my fault you got beer spit on you, next round is on me.” Alden returned my smile with a half one of his own. I felt victorious getting that out of him knowing he wasn’t exactly having a blast with his ex here.
Quickly making my way to the bar, I waited for the bartender to notice me and ordered another three beers for our group. The guy grabbed the bottles from the cooler and handed them to me. As soon as I turned and began to walk back to the guys, a shoulder bumped into mine hard enough to throw me off balance a little. Thankfully I didn’t drop any of the bottles I was holding.
Grunting from the impact, I turned to have a look at the person who did it and wasn’t shocked to find Misty now standing in my path.
“We’ll look who it is. The little firefly whore out and about with the firemen she swarms around hoping they’ll fuck her. Tell me, how long after Alden and I broke up did you try and jump in bed with him? A week? A day? An hour?” Her smile was vicious, like she’d won something and delighted in the pain she was hoping she inflicted.
I knew without a doubt she was just trying to get a rise out of me. She wanted me to feel shame for whatever her delusional brain thought I was doing.Well, two can play that game, bitch.
“Actually, Porter fucks me quite frequently anddamnis it good. But Alden has been a great friend. Too bad none of them will ever fuck you after what you did to Alden though.”
It was very entertaining watching her skin go from its usual tan to a lovely shade of red that made her look a bit like a tomato.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
I laughed. “I mean I can repeat it, but I have a feeling you heard me. You don’t scare me, Misty. You’re just an insecure control freak who gets off on tearing down others to make yourself feel better. Well, it doesn’t work on me, so you might as well give up.”
As I took a step to walk around her and leave her to her thoughts, she suddenly snapped out of her anger-fueled daze and bumped her shoulder into me again, this time much harder. The bottles I held unfortunately were displaced this time—one of which dumped all over my shirt and the other two crashed to the ground.
Patrons around the bar glanced at us, having heard the commotion.
And like a fucking child, Misty just smiled sheepishly and shrugged. “Oops. You should probably go get washed up. Oh! And nice bruises.” Then she added under her breath, “Whore.” With that, she walked back to her spot at the bar and took her seat next to her friend, laughing as she and the friend pointed at me.
Porter and Alden rushed over, probably after having watched our interaction.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Soph,” Alden apologized, napkins already in hand and offered to me. Porter called over one of the staff members and picked up the now empty bottles, which thankfully hadn’t smashed into pieces.
“It’s not your fault your ex is a bitch,” I told him sincerely, trying to wipe down my shirt.
“Still, I feel partially responsible,” Alden lamented.
“Dude, it’s not you, it’s her,” Porter said, agreeing with me. “I think I have an extra shirt in the SUV. I’ll be right back.” He kissed the top of my head and made his way to the front of the bar, throwing a glare at Misty as he did.
“I should probably go wash up a little,” I decided, heading to the bathroom.
I was glad Porter had an extra shirt, cause while I was able to get the sticky beer off my arms and chest where it had spilled, there was no saving my shirt. Tearing it off, I put it under the faucet and tried at least washing the stain out.
A knock sounded at the door, so I cracked it just a bit to peek out and found Alden there holding one of Porter’s tank top shirts. Opening the door a bit more, I held my hand out and took it from him.
“Thank you, Alden.” It was then I noticed his wide eyes were focused on my chest, making me realize my bra was on full display for him.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, then his cheeks turned a bit pink as he shook his head and turned away quickly, realizing his own mistake of staring openly at my chest.
“Sorry!”
