A substantial layer of water had developed on top of the deep colored whiskey and condensation was dripping from the glass onto the coffee table, forming a perfect ring on the cherry oak surface. I could practically see my father's look of disgust, as he was a strong believer that whiskey should never be on the rocks for this very reason. If he saw this he would give me one of his infamous sneers and preach the same line he's thrown my way time and time again - You're such a pansy, Sawyer, he would say with a shake of his head. I reached for the glass and swirled it in my hand to mix the two liquids before choking it down and slamming the glass back down on the table.
"What's with you, Gossip Girl got your panties in a wad?" August joked from his lounged position in seat beside mine. I'd almost forgotten he was there we'd been so quiet, save for the TV that was playing.
"That little girl doesn't know what she's talking about." I muttered, leaning forward in my seat, "It wasn't like that."
August let out a loud laugh that rang throughout the room as he hollered sarcastically, "Yeah sure, of course it wasn't!"
He chuckled to himself until he realized I wasn't laughing and in turn he raised an eyebrow at me curiously, clarifying, "Wasn't it?"
I took a moment to think about it, a memory from the night before coming to mind.
***
Emma was sleeping soundly on my chest, our breathing matched and her platinum hair splayed out. I moved my thumb in concentric circles on her arm and looked over at the clock - 4am. Shifting my gaze I looked down at her and couldn't help but smile a little bit. The moonlight shining in from my window highlighted her features, her pale skin practically glowing and her eyelashes casting a shadow on her cheek. I took in her every feature, from the smooth curve of her forehead to the curl of her lips, and was overwhelmed with the desire to kiss her.
"Emma?" I whispered, wondering if she was still awake.
With no response I titled my head and placed a kiss on her forehead, lingering for a moment before laying back and letting out a deep sigh. Why on Earth was a girl like her getting mixed up with a guy like me?
***
I shook the memory from my head before responding, "I don't know man, it's just different."
"Then what the hell are you doing here with me?" He asked bluntly.
"What's the supposed to mean?" I retorted.
"I'll say it slowly so you can understand," August said, suddenly sitting up so he could look me in the eye, "You like her."
My eyebrows furrowed together as I took in what he said, realizing he might be right.
"Well shit." I muttered under my breath, unmoving while I contemplated what I should do about it.
August got up and started sliding his shoes on, saying, "I'll get out of your hair, I have to check on the kiddos back home. Just don't do anything stupid or Claire will for sure beat the living daylight out of you."
"See you tomorrow," I called over at him as he made his way out.
Pulling out my phone I decided to make a quick call, waiting impatiently as it rang. Waiting. Waiting.
"Hello?" A groggy voice finally answered.
"Hey Em, it's Sawyer...are you sleeping?"
She was quiet for a moment before replying, "Yeah."
I couldn't help but chuckle as I checked the time and realized, "Emma, it's 6:30!"
"Well I'm tired, sue me." She remarked sassily.
"I-" I had to catch myself. Typically I would give her some smart remark like How about you let me tire you out some more? or something equally as sleazy but it just didn't seem right. Yet, I couldn't get the image of her standing in front of me in nothing but her lacy underwear out of my head and I had a burning desire to see it again. Or was it to see her again? I shook my head in confusion, realizing I had been quiet for a moment too long.
Decidedly, I asked, "Do you want to come over?"
Damn, I sounded like a jerk.
I quickly added, "My cook is making pizza and he's from Naples so it's pretty good."
Fuck, now I just sounded like a blazing idiot.
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