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He stared at me, putting down his own glass. "You're drunk, Liv," he told me, placing a gentle hand on my arm to steady me.
The touch sent shivers rippling through my body. I wasn't sure if that was a rejection or just an unrelated statement, but I knew he was right. Still, I yanked my arm away. "No, I'm not," I insisted.
"Okay, you're not," he agreed, even though I knew he was just saying it to appease me. "But no more for you."
"Yes, Mom," I slurred, but obediently pushed away the glass.
Elliot signaled for the bartender to bring us the tab. "I'm taking you home," he told me.
I just looked at him, suddenly unsure whether or not he'd heard my original question. Had I only said it in my head? Or was he just evading it?
But honestly, I was too drunk to even protest as he shepherded me outside. I somehow managed to negotiate myself into the passenger seat of his car. I fumbled with my seatbelt for a few moments before giving up and looking pleadingly at Elliot, who was watching me, amusement evident in his baby blue eyes. He graciously moved my hands away and did up my seatbelt for me. I was too drunk to even be embarrassed.
He walked me up to my apartment and I flopped down on my couch, feeling a killer headache already starting to come on. "I'll get you some aspirin," offered Elliot. Without waiting for an answer, he disappeared to my medicine cabinet to locate the pills.
I lay my head down on the armrest and closed my eyes, content to let Elliot take charge. He knew his way around my apartment just as well as I did.
He emerged and handed me two capsules and a glass of water. "Here."
I took them without argument, then collapsed back onto the couch as Elliot put the glass in the kitchen. "Your apartment's a mess," he told me.
"Mmm," I mumbled, closing my eyes again.
Elliot furrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Are you going to be okay?"
"Uh uh," I replied, almost incoherently. I shook my head vigorously to emphasize my point, then begged, "Stay with me."
He obediently lowered himself onto the sofa, but it wasn't the same. He was only here because I was drunk, not because he felt anything for me. We were best friends and friends take care of friends. But nothing more.
I fell asleep on the couch and when I woke up in the morning, Elliot was gone.
I shouldn't have been surprised. Honestly, I didn't think I even was surprised. Just sad. Because I knew that, much as I loved him, we could never be together.
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