6
3:14 a.m.
"Why?"
Bella's voice is a full on whine as I hold the back seat door open for her.
"Sorry, policy."
She glares at me, crossing her arms over her chest. I try to ignore how it pushes her clevage up, but since her dress is low cut, it's hard not to notice.
"Is not," she says as the mutinous look on her face settles. I bite back a smile.
"It actually is. You are still very much intoxicated."
She licks her full lips.
"But how can I stare at your face if I'm in the back?"
I smirk. She's been trying to hit on me all night, but she's so unfocused, it's mostly been incomplete sentences and confused mutterings.
"Use your imagination."
She glares at me, but it's like being glared down by a rabbit.
She makes a move to sit back down on the curb, but I step toward her, grabbing her elbow gently and lifting her back up. She stumbles on her feet and collids into my chest. She's small in my arms, her curves surprisingly firm yet soft. I want to figure how exactly that's possible, but my hands settle on her shoulders, righting her. She giggles.
"Mmm," she moans. "You smell good."
I honestly should just arrest her at this point.
She grins at me, and then without further argument, slides into the backseat of my squad car.
I don't get her.
I shake my head, closing the door and climb in behind the wheel.
"Where are we going?"
"School," she groans. I frown. Does she live in the dorms? I start up the car and pull away from the curb, glancing at her in the mirror every thirty seconds. Her head is back against the seat, lolling about on her neck. She looks like she's about to pass out.
"How come boys are so icky?"
I chuckle, looking at her again. "That's just the way we are," I say lightly. Her head lifts from the back of the seat, her eyes opening enough to find me.
"Not you," she sings, shaking her head. "You're a man."
I cannot even try to deny the weird swell of pride her words give me.
"Ugh, I should stop talking to boys at all," she says, her eyes closing as she leans back against the seat. "You wouldn't dick me around, right?"
I clear my throat but don't answer her. It doesn't matter, because a minute later she giggles. "Maybe you can just dick me."
I bark out a strangled laugh. It's undoubtedly the weirdest proposition I've ever received.
"Hey Officer Sexy," she says, her voice drawing out the words. I smirk and glance at her in the mirror.
It happens so fast, I almost don't have time to react. I see a frown cross her face, her closed eyes squinting under her furrowed brows. I react on instinct, pulling over and getting out of the car. I yank the back door open, grabbing her just as she throws up into the street. I make sure her hair is back as she retches, her slight body trembling beside me.
I want to wrap her in my arms, but I resist.
When she's done, she stands, groaning. I pull a tissue out of my pocket, offering it to her. I normally don't carry them on me, but when I saw her on the curb, I had grabbed a few and stuffed them into my pocket just in case. Now, I'm glad I did.
"Ugh," she moans, wiping at her mouth. "That's so gross."
My hand is still in her hair, and her body is starting to sag toward mine as I see my hand reaching up to gently wipe her mouth with the last tissue. Her eyes flutter open and she looks up at me, her eyes filled with trust.
It's surprising, and makes my heart squeeze in my chest, ever so slightly.
"Hi," she whispers, a small smile on her lips.
"Hey," I whisper back. "Are you okay?"
Her smile widens as her eyes shut for a moment. When they open again, her eyes look like they are fucking sparkling. "Yeah," she breathes. "I think so."