“Tell her you’re fine,” Will said quietly.
“I can hear you, asshole!” Mel yelled. “Open the fucking door!”
I pressed back against Will, and he let me push away from the sink so I could let my best friend in.
“I came to find you and heard you yelling,” Mel said flatly, glaring over my shoulder at Will.
“Told you she was fine, babe,” Rocky said, reaching out to grab Mel’s arm. “Leave ’em to it.”
“Fuck off, Rocky,” Mel replied, dodging him so she could grab my hand. “We’re leaving.”
“Bitch, you—”
“Call me bitch again,” Mel hissed, turning toward him. “See what happens.”
Will took advantage of the distraction, wrapping an arm around my waist from behind. “Don’t leave,” he whispered into my ear, fisting my t-shirt in his hand.
I shook my head. I knew if I stayed, I’d end up in bed with him, and the next day I’d feel like shit when he took off again. I didn’t want to be the booty-call. I didn’t want to become a party girl, going out to bars just on the chance he’d show up and give me attention. That wasn’t me. That wasn’t my life.
“Come with me to my parents’ house for dinner tomorrow,” Will said quietly while Mel and Rocky continued to argue. “I’ll pick you and Rebel up.”
I opened my mouth to decline, but I didn’t.
Because I really wanted to go with him. I wanted him to introduce me to his family. I wanted some type of normal relationship, and he was giving me a glimpse of that.
“What time?” I asked, relaxing a little against his chest.
“Five.” I felt his lips against the side of my head.
“Let’s go,” Mel ordered, jerking my hand.
I didn’t look behind me as she tugged me across the bar, but I felt Will’s eyes on me until we walked out the door.
Chapter 6
Will
I was nervous. Shit, I hadn’t been so nervous over a chick since Britney Miller taught me how to get a girl off during my sophomore year of high school.#p#分页标题#e#
Yeah, I started having sex at fourteen, but hadn’t known what I was doing until two years later. Needless to say, those first two years I’d been lucky to get laid, but after that? They’d started begging for it.
I was in my mom’s SUV on my way to Molly’s to pick her and her kid up, and I was sweating so bad¸ I was pretty sure there were wet spots on the pits of my shirt. My parents would like Molly—I knew they would. And they were pretty fucking cool. It’s not like they’d grill her or some shit like that.
But I was taking her home with me. To meet my family. And I’d only fucked her that one time.
I was making a commitment to a girl I’d only fucked once, one who had no fucking clue how to protect herself and didn’t even realize she needed to.
I alternately wished she’d wise up and realize I’d lied to her the night before when I’d said I was out of town and hoped she’d never find out. I hadn’t gone anywhere but the garage and my apartment, drinking myself to sleep so I wouldn’t go over to her place again. Seeing her—bringing her into my life—was a fucking idiotic decision, but when Rock had mentioned meeting Mel at the bar, I’d given up on trying to stay away.
I wiped my hand over my face as I turned into Molly’s trailer park.
When I pulled up in front of her place, I flexed my hands on the steering wheel before parking. My entire body was strung tight as a fucking wire.
I was just opening up my door when Molly came out of the house. She had a bag over her shoulder and the baby on her hip. Her head was tilted down like she was talking to Rebel, but she hadn’t noticed me. After locking the door behind her, she started down the stairs off the porch, but froze on the last step as she finally saw me standing there.
“Oh,” she mumbled, looking past me at my mom’s car. “I didn’t think you were coming.”
“What?” God, she was pretty. She had her hair braided away from her face, and she was wearing a dress that hit right at her knees and was covered in flowers.
“I thought you’d changed your mind,” she said softly, smiling a little as she shrugged her shoulders.
“What? Why?” I glanced at Rebel, who was pulling at her little purple glasses, and stepped forward just as she’d pulled them off her face. “No, no, baby girl,” I reminded her softly. “You need those to see.” I set them back on her nose, making sure the little arms were set above her ears.
“It’s almost six o’clock, Will,” Molly said, looking at me like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to cry or smile. “You said you’d be here an hour ago.”