“She thinks I'm really hot.” He's giving me a shit-eating grin.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Lizzy thinks you're one sexy piece of man-meat.” I poke his chest and give him an annoyed expression.
He pulls me close and places his hands on my cheeks, cupping my face gently.
“You know I'm just messing with you. Yes, your sister was shitfaced, but she's still your sister, and I am happy I got to meet her. Anything that has to do with you, I want to be a part of. Now come here, little spitfire, and give me another kiss goodnight.” He places his lips on mine and gives me the most perfect kiss goodnight a girl could ever ask for.
Chapter Seventeen
“A good sister will eventually understand and forgive you for the moments when you're being a total asshole, even when you cock-block her from getting her bang-bang on with a hot surgeon.”
I wake up to a loudly groaning Lizzy in the bathroom. She's obviously feeling the effects of the copious amount of alcohol she consumed last night. I groggily head out into the kitchen and find Amy sitting at the table, smiling big while looking down at her phone.
“What's got you all smiley?' I ask Amy as I pour a cup of coffee. I'm going to need a lot of caffeine to get me out of this tired state.
“Nothing,” she replies as she quickly types something and then sets her phone on the table. “Sounds like Lizzy is praying to the porcelain gods. She must have a lot of sins to repent for.” Amy smirks at me with amusement.
“Yeah, she should be asking for forgiveness for cock-blocking her sister last night.” I sit down at the table and add some French vanilla creamer to my coffee.
“So you didn't get to make bang-bang with Dr. Thrust Me?”
I hang my head down in frustration. “Nope. My juice-box only got finger-banging action last night— fantastic finger-banging action though.” I look up and grin at Amy.
“Nice! Sounds like your meat wallet had a good time.” Amy takes a sip of her coffee and grins widely at me.
We continue our discussion of my and Trent's date last night. I tell her every last detail at her persistence and even disclose the hot little move where Trent licked my arousal off of my tits. Just the thought of his lips lapping up my cum off of my boobs has my snatch nearly wetting herself.
“All right, I can't take any more details of Trent and his hot moves or else I might start dry humping the leg of this table.”
I laugh loudly and make a mental note to keep his hot moves to myself. Our table is already on its last leg.
“Ellie Belly, I'm really happy for you. Keep letting Trent in, let him love you, and before you try to give me some bullshit line about it being too early for talk of the 'L' word, Trent loves you. He really does, and it's apparent every time you two are together.” Amy reaches out and grabs my hand, giving it a tight squeeze.
“I think you're being a little overzealous with the whole idea of Trent being in love with me, but I appreciate everything you just said.” I smile back at her.
A few hours later, Lizzy strolls out into the living room to find Amy and me laughing our asses off at a trashy reality show. I glance up and pat the couch cushion next to me, encouraging Lizzy to take a seat. We've got a lot to chat about.
Her husband Matt was pretty upset when I called him to let him know Lizzy had made a surprise appearance at my apartment. He gave a little insight into the situation when he told me they'd had a huge fight, but Matt still seemed shocked that his wife had just up and left him.
He was persistent in his attempts to find out what had spurred Lizzy's great escape from Louisville. I didn't mention that she was talking divorce or the fact that she seemed pretty convinced things with her and Matt were through. I sugarcoated most of the situation and just told him that she seemed upset. I gave him the impression that she made the trip to Charlotte so she could have some time to herself—time away to think about everything.
“How ya feeling, drunky?” Amy leans past me to give Lizzy a big grin.
“Ugh. I feel like death. I'm so sorry for just showing up unexpectedly last night. My plan was to get a hotel after I chatted with you, Elle, but I started drinking wine while I sat in your parking lot. Then next thing I knew, I was drunk, crying my eyes, and knocking on your apartment door.” Lizzy sits down next to me, and I wrap my arm around her shoulder.
“What's going on, hun? What caused you to make a seven-hour trip to Charlotte to see me?”
Tears begin to slowly fall down her cheeks as she starts to explain everything that is going on with her. “Things with Matt and me aren't good, Elle. We've been fighting more and more over the past few months. He's so involved in his law firm, and I just feel like I'm slowly losing a part of myself every day. I'm tired of being the perfect little wife who sits around, waiting for her big shot husband to give her the time of day. I'm thirty-four years old and I don't feel like I know myself anymore. Over the past two years, we've been trying to have a baby, and I found out that I have some serious fertility issues. We've tried everything. Matt makes me feel like a disappointment, a complete and total failure for not being able to conceive. He refuses to give adoption a try, and I'm left feeling completely helpless. He's not the man I married six years ago. He's different. He's distant, cold, and I just can't do it anymore. I can't be Elizabeth Montgomery.” Lizzy leans forward and places her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands.