Inside there are a group of girls and guys dancing on the make shift dance floor in the living room. We move past them and head to where I’m hoping the alcohol is. We find the beer and liquor and start making drinks.
“I don’t see any of the sisters here,” I say to Quinn as I look around. There are a bunch of girls here, but none of them are from our sorority.
“Huh, I’m sure some will show up at some point. If not, no big deal.”
“True.”
After about two hours I hear Quinn squeal in excitement, “Holy shit, there’s Ethan,” Quinn says excitedly.
“So, go talk to him,” I usher her.
“Are you going to be okay here by yourself?”
“She’ll be fine,” a guy says from behind me. I would know that voice anywhere. Liam. I can also tell by Quinn’s bulging eye balls that she cannot believe he’s standing here.
“Its fine Quinn, go have fun,” I tell her kindly.
“Do I know you?” Liam slurs.
Perfect, just want I wanted, him slightly drunk. So, my fantasy may be able to happen after all. “I don’t think so,” I say as he takes a seat beside me.
“I think I do. You look really familiar.”
“Oh yeah, who do I look like?”
“A girl I know from back home.”
“Where’s back home?” I ask playing dumb.
“Delaware.”
“Sorry, wrong girl. I’m from Ohio,” I lie again.
“Oh. Yeah I guess you couldn’t be her, she’s blonde anyway,” he says falling for my lies.
“So what brings you here tonight?” I ask making conversation.
“I live here. How about you?” he asks through a slower slur.
“We were at another party which sucked and was told to come here,” I tell truthfully.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks out of nowhere.
“No. Do you have a girlfriend?” I ask feeling braver than I thought I would.
“Nope,” he says before moving a little closer to me on couch.
“Are you sure I don’t know you?” he asks as he tries to squint his eyes like he’s going to see me better.
“I’m sure, though I know who you are,” I say with a smile.
“Oh yeah?” he asks cockily.
“Sure do, you’re the hot sexy quarterback that all the girls want,” I say flirtatiously.
“Does that mean you want me too?” he asks as his face moves closer to mine.
“Maybe,” I say playing innocent.
Before I know it, Liam’s lips meet mine. It starts out hot and fast. This is not how I thought kissing would go with Liam, but holy hell, even drunk, this man can kiss like no other. I open my mouth slightly and he plunges his tongue into my mouth tasting every inch of it. After a few minutes we both pull away, breathing hard.
“Do you want to get a room?” I ask nervously.
“Sure, but you don’t seem like the type of girl that would do that,” he says as he eyes my outfit.
“I just asked, didn’t I?”
“Good point, follow me,” he says as he stands. It takes us a few minutes to go down the hallway to what I’m assuming is his bedroom. We enter a bedroom and he turns on the light, the bedroom is immaculately clean. His bed is in the corner and his dresser holds only small items on top, along with the picture I gave him when he first moved here his freshman year.
Holy shit, he has the picture of our two families on his dresser. I gave him that. Me.
“Are you alright?” he asks as he looks at me intently.
“I’m great,” I say before pulling him down so our lips can mesh again. He stumbles when he goes to grab my hips and he smashes us up against the wall. I step back and push him towards the bed before seeing the night stand lamp and flipping that on. I quickly walk over and turn the big light off before heading back to Liam who is now lying back on the bed.
“Are you going to be able to perform?” I ask smugly.
“You bet your ass on it,” he says before leaning up and pulling me up onto him on the bed, meshing our lips together again. After a few minutes of more kissing he pulls back, eyes closed, “Damn you taste just as good as I thought you would.”
“What?” I ask confused.
“Shit sorry,” he says quickly.
“No, what was that?” I ask wanting to know.
“Shit, I don’t even know your name,” he says changing the subject.
“Does it even matter?”
“Yes, no, shit I don’t know. I don’t usually do this.”
I can’t help but laugh at his comment, “Seriously, lead quarterback doesn’t do random hook-ups?”
“No, usually I’m in a relationship.”