"Make that a double," I begged the bartender. He smiled and nodded. He was sweet, but was probably tired of me being here. Felt like it's been all night. I sighed again. I need to go. My flights tomorrow, and I'm already sick of this place.
Just one more.
The bartender placed the jack and coke infront of me and I gladly sipped it. The alcohol hit my throats and I started to feel numb.
"Ok, this has to be the last one before I take your keys." He was sweet.
I smiled to him. "I promise, but I'm not driving," I slipped himmy bill with cash ontop andsaid goodnight.
I stared into the bottle of vodka on the wall. I was getting dazed. I sighed again.
"Hard stuff huh? Bad day?" I heard a slight irish accent. I turned, confused.
A man sat next to me, with green hair. I raised my eyebrows a bit. Kind of childish, don't you think?
His blue eyes pierced me. Gorgeous. He was smiling at me. He was...so gorgeous.
He was dressed in really nice clothing. Dark jeans, a white shirt with a black leather jacket. It could have been real.
"Oh, I uh..." I stuttered. He chuckled softly.
"Hey, I get it. I've had those days." He smirked sipping a tall beer. I shook my head, "No..." I smiled. "You don't understand." My voice broke a bit.
He looked worried now. His eyebrows furrowed. "Everything alright?"
"Oh, yeah it's just...I broke up with my long time boyfriend today.." I said, staring into my drink.
He shifted on the bar stool. "Oh, I'm sorry." He was sweet.
I turned to him again, "Don't worry about it, not even close to your fault." I shook my head again.
"I don't mean to pry, but wanna talk about it?" He asked, turning his attention to me. I laughed.
"Yeah let me tell a gorgeous stranger about my miserable love life..." my face got hot. I looked down and slid my drink to the left of me.
That's enough of that. Way to go Signe.
He chuckled again, that sound.
I looked at him. His blue eyes filled with amusement. "I-I'm sorry I've had a lot." I turned to get off my chair, and of course I trip. I brace myself and feel a strong hand on my arm. He stood me up.
"You alright?" He was worried now. I blinked, "Yes, sorry. I really have had too much."
He gripped my arms, "Are you staying here? Let me walk you to your room." His voice was soft, worried, and I couldn't help but be turned on by his accent.
I smiled up at him and giggled. "That's a bad idea." He raised his eyebrows in amusement. "How so?"
I shook my head,"I've said way too much..., goodnight...?" I lingered. I don't know his name.
"Sean. And I'm walking you to your room." He insisted. I smiled.
I held my hands up in defense, "Alright. Thankyou Sean." His name felt good to say.
He smiled again and helped me to my room. He wrapped his arm around me, and I got the chills.
Damn Signe.
"I never actually caught your name," he smiled at me.
"It's Signe." He was warm, and smelledso amazing. Musky, but sweet.
He nodded, "That's beautiful." My stomach flipped. That's a first.
Once we reached my room I turned to him. "Thankyou, it was uh...super sweet of you to make sure I was ok."
He shrugged, "Id like to say I'm a gentleman, but a girl as pretty as you shouldn't really be walking around drunk. Most would take advantage of that." My heart fluttered. Pretty?
I opened my mouth, but smiled. "This might be a very bad idea, but do you want to come in, help me sober up?" His eyes lit up.
His voice heavier now. "Why would that be a bad idea?" I shivered.
"Because I am not good at this." I confessed, I could feel my face getting redder.
He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Good at what?"
I shrugged, my face hot. "Talking to guys, dating, whatever." He smiled and looked at his feet.
"I can stay." He looked up again, my heart dropped. I was suddenly nervous.
I turned and took a deep breath, slipping the key in and opening the door.
I walked into my small room and heard him behind me. The nervousness wasnow fear.
What are you doing?! You've never done this before.
I turned to him, "Water?" I asked, he smiled a half smile and nodded. "But I'll get it, you sit. You look like you're going to fall over." He said to me. I pouted a bit, and sat on the bed. Kinda awkward. There was no couch, just this big bed that waslooking
extra comfy.
He came back over to me with two Tylenol and water. I looked at him for a second, then over to the desk and realized they were my Tylenol.
He chuckled,"No, I'm not trying to drug you." I smiled and took them gratefully. My head was already starting to throb.
Great.
He took off his leather jacket, layer it on the desk chair, and came over to sit on the bed. "Have you eaten?" He looked at me, curiously. My stomach growled.
I shook my head. "Nope," he smiled, leaned behind him, grabbed the phone.
"Yeah I would like to order room service." My eyes widened. What is he doing?
He looked at me, holding the phone to his ear, "No, put it on room 221, I'm witha friend." He smiled. I suddenly got butterflies. His smile...
He looked over to me again, purses his lips and said, "Yeah let's do spaghetti. And we'll just do water. Thanks."
He came over and sat back down. "You didn't have to do that." I smiled.
"Well," he countered, relaxing onto the bed, "if this is our first date, I'd say I need to at leastbuy you dinner." He winked.
I laughed, "First date huh? What makes you think we're on a date?" He looked at me smirking, "Does you calling me gorgeous ring a bell?"
I rolled my eyes and felt butterflies again.
"I wanna know more about you." He said softly. I lightly gasped. "Why.." I questioned without thinking.
He furrowed his brows,"Why not?"
"There's nothing exciting." I admitted, looking down at my hands in my lap.
He snickered, and I looked back up. "There is too me."
I looked at him confused. His blue eyes shining. "You don't just wanna hook up?"
He smiled a half smile. "You sound a bit disappointed." I blushed.
"That's the opposite actually," I looked back down.
I heard a knock.
He smiled again and got up, walking toward the door. He came back with a tray of food. I couldn't help but blush again.
This is all new to me.
He placed the tray on the bed, and sat back down. "Dinner is served." He smiled.
I grabbed my food, thanking him and digging in.
I could tell he was hungry too, "How'd you know I liked spaghetti?" I questioned.
"Who doesn't like spaghetti?" He laughed.
"Very true."
"So, what happened today? Bad enough to get wasted?" I looked up to him, his face was soft. His eyes concerned. I sighed and put my plate down.
"I was with a guy for..5 years." His eyes widened. "Highschool sweethearts." I admitted.
"I...wasn't happy. And I was tired of not being happy. I wanted more. Sometimes we'd go days without a kiss, an I love you or.." I saw water hit my foot. I reached up to my eyes. I was crying.
Fuck. How embarrassing!
I looked up to him, he looked angry but sad with me. I wiped my eyes. "I'm sorry, this is ridiculous of me.."
He reached forward, "No, I understand." He wiped my face. His skin touching mine made me shiver again. I sniffed.
I sighed. "I had to leave. I'm here in Boston for work."
"Where do you live?"
"Washington, the state."
He sat back, looking at me. "I'm obviously not from here," he changed the subject. I was greatful. I laughed.
"I live in Ireland. I don't know much about America."
I half smiled, "Are you here for work?"
"Uh yeah pretty much."
"What do you do for a living?" I asked. He suddenly stiffened. "I uh..do video game testing." He tightend his lips. I raised a brow, but let it go.
"I am a designer, for a lot of things." I said, getting up and putting the tray of empty plates on the desk. I turned and came to sit back down. I laid down this time, propped on an elbow and looked at him. He mimicked me. I smiled.
"Do you enjoy it?"
"Oh, yeah. I love drawing."
He smiled again.
We talked for what seemed like hours. His favorite color is green, like his hair, he's 26, little older than my 22 year old self, and he loves dogs.
We ended up watching a movie. My phone said 1:23 am. I was fine with that. My flight wasn't until 8:30 tonight.
We were laying close to eachother, staring at the tv. My eyelids were starting to fall.
"When do you leave?" He whispered. I giggled, then sighed.
"8 tonight."
He sighed.
"I don't leave until tomorrow but," he propped himself up, "I'm finding myself not wanting to leave." I turned, he was leaning over me smiling.
My heart skipped a beat, and I was breathless. "Me either..." I whispered.
He leaned down, slowly his lips met mine. My stomach was going crazy, flipping and shivers down my spine.
His lips were soft, his scent was breathtaking, and I just couldn't help myself. I grabbed him and pulled him in closer, taking him in.
He didn't oblige, his lips never leaving mine. His tongue ran across my lip and I gasped.
Oh shit. This is happening.
He hovered over me now, panting with me. His tongue was hot in my mouth, begging for more. His hands were running down my sides, I shivered again. Felt amazing...
Was this the alcohol talking?
I didn't care. My hands found the bottom of his shirt, and I grabbed it, pulling it up and off. I met his eyes.
"Are you sure?" He was worried.
I've only been with one guy my entire life. Was I sure? Do I tell him? Is that why he was asking?
"I-I don't know." I admitted. He sighed, but softly. Not like he was disappointed. My heart lifted.
His eyes stared into mine. They were so beautiful. I wanted him. "I'm sure." I blurted. He leaned back into a kiss. Pure and sweet.
"Ok,"