She looked at him in shock and felt her mouth drop and hit the floor. Did he really just say that, is he drunk or does he actually mean it. She registered the look on his face and smiled at him.
'I think I've had a bit to much to drink'
There it was, he wasn't serious, he's just drunk. The euphoria rushing through her when he had said it, immediately vanished and was replaced by longing, longing for somebody to love her. He was sweet though and a good person so she reassured him,
'I think we both have'
And then looked away as the atmosphere became awkward. She had been flattered when he had stood up to Max and defended her, it had reminded her of Eddie, the time that he had punched Stuart, her heart began to ache with the memory, it hurt to think about Eddie.
'On a scale of 1 - 10 how drunk would you say you are?' he asked
She looked at him, so he wasn't just drunk, he actually did like her, her stomach did a somersault, and then her mind took over, this shouldn't happen, we're both drunk and not thinking straight, what about the gossip, Steph would be the one to spread it around. It was wrong, and she didn't want to hurt him, not while she was still hurting.
'I'm sober enough to know that it wouldn't be a good idea'
He looked away and she looked at the floor. His eyes glanced at hers and they looked at each other for only a moment. The next thing Rachel knew she was following Chris into an awaiting taxi.
'Your place or mine?' came the question
Without hesitating she replied
'Yours is closer'
They made eye contact and all of a sudden they were kissing, like teenagers in the back of a black cab. She smiled through the kiss. She needed this, she needed to feel loved. She wanted someone to look at her with euphoric emotions,..... the same way that she had looked at Eddie. Her smile faded and the kiss ended. She leant against him in the cab and gazed blankly out of the window her mind filled with endless memories of the man she still loved. This was wrong, it shouldn't happen. But she wanted it to....
