I was completely paralyzed again, watching that scene. Suddenly, he looks in my direction and smiles.
“Hey! How are you? This is Lili,” he slurred each word, he was drunk. The girl laughed.
“My name is Lila,” the blonde looked me up and down with a disgusted look. “Is she joining us, love?” she asked disparagingly. I liked the girl I had run into at the threshold a few weeks ago better.
“No,” I answered for him, gritting my teeth. Any moment now, I was going to throw myself on top of her and rip off her obvious hair extensions.
“Good, can you tell me where his room is?”
“Damn bitch.”
Against all odds, I hurried before she reached the foot of the stairs and confronted her. “There’s no need, I’ll take him,” I asserted, but as soon as I did, the girl stepped back, taking Nick with her.
“I’m not going to put him to bed, if you know what I mean,” she winked at me, leaving a trail of mascara under her eye. “So, why don’t you stop wasting our time and tell me where it is?”
I was getting hot in the face with contained anger. I knew I was jealous, and I hated it. “I have a better idea, why don’t you stop wasting my time and get out of here? If you don’t, I don’t think this is going to end well,” she glared at me, but didn’t flinch. “Let me make it clearer for you because I see your head can’t handle too much information. Either you get out or I’ll call the police for trespassing on private property, now is it clear?”
Nick looked at me and started to laugh, I already knew why. Technically the police couldn’t arrest her for that charge since he let her into his house. But from the look of panic she put on when I said I would call the police, she didn’t know that. Ignorant.
Nick took his arm off her and at no time stopped looking at me, as if he was satisfied with my outburst, was this what he wanted to achieve?
The blonde gave me one last dirty look, turned around, opened the door, and left.
“Party pooper,” he mumbled. My gaze focused on his face and the desire to send him packing was starting to surface with every gesture of my body.
“Party pooper? Am I a party pooper?!” I shouted, pushing his shoulder, he staggered. “Forgive me for not wanting to listen to you having sex in front of my room!”
“Shh, don’t yell,” he turned his back and lay down on the couch. At any moment I was going to throw something at his head. “I wasn’t going to sleep with her,” he confessed and some of the weight on my chest disappeared.
“You weren’t going to do it?” I wanted to know, between a frown and my arms crossed over my chest. I didn’t quite believe what he was telling me.
“No, I just needed someone to bring me home since I’m a bit drunk,” he clarified.
I approached him and felt a strong smell of alcohol, almost sickening. “A bit?” I asked, wrinkling my nose, and he laughed.
“Yes, just a bit, bunny.”
I ignored his tease and knelt next to the couch to be at the same height as him.
“You have to stop doing this,” I told him almost in a whisper.
“Doing what?”
“Going away without saying where and coming home drunk.”
“Don’t start, Samantha…”
“Don’t start what? Acting like your mother? If I have to, I will Nick, you can’t just disappear like that. There are people who care about you,” he started to laugh, but it was a bitter laugh, it left a bittersweet taste in my mouth.
“Tell me, who cares about me? No one does, my father was a son of a bitch who abandoned my mother when he found out she was pregnant with me, she was a real bitch to me for most of my childhood and we never talked. My grandparents were other sons of bitches who were never there so tell me Sam, who cares about me?”
“I do, Nick,” I let him know, trying to find his eyes, but he prevented me from looking directly into them.
“Really? You care about me? Why? Ah yes, of course because you’re my sister…”
“Because I have feelings for you,” I interrupted him. “I might love you. I know it’s too fast to believe it, I don’t even believe it myself, but I can’t find another logical reason to feel the way I do when I’m with you or away from you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before you left, it’s just that your words left me in shock and I didn’t know what to say. I have feelings for you, and it’s not something familial, not like your sister, but like a woman. From the first moment I saw you, you woke up something in me that I didn’t know I had. Now I know that this feeling could be, love? I don’t know, I just…” Before I could continue, Nick stamped his mouth on mine with much voracity, and I didn’t stop him. I reciprocated the kiss. I’ll never tire of saying that I love that mouth and the things it does to me.
He made me climb onto the couch and we stayed side by side without stopping kissing.
The combination of the sweet taste of his mouth and the alcohol didn’t end up disgusting me.
“I hope you won’t regret having said that in the morning,” he alleged barely separating our lips.
“I won’t.”
He sighed and I put my head on his chest while Nick wrapped me in his arm. I’ve never felt so fulfilled in my life, and that scares me.