Author's Note: Thanks so much to Greenleaf, it's so sweet of you to keep reviewing my story! I am so glad that you're enjoying it! Here's hoping that you like this one too.
I sat at the bar trying to drink her memory away. I kept seeing her kissing him over and over again in my head. And then my mind naturally wandered into their bedroom. How he must delight in having her every night! I took another swig of the whiskey as I imagined their bodies intertwined, his fingers delighting in the pleasure of her beautiful hair, and her giggling at the sweet nothings that he whispers in her ear.
"Give me another one!" I shouted at the bartender as I slammed my shot glass down. No matter how much whiskey I poured down my throat, I could still see her. Everything else became blurred, but her face was crystal clear in my mind. I felt myself starting to wobble on the bar stool, and then everything faded to black.
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"Sir?" I heard a soft voice say. "Sir, wake up! You need to wake up!" Then I felt a sharp pain as somebody slapped me on my cheek. I immediately opened my eyes and tried to sit up, but the god-awful, throbbing pain in my head sent me back down to the ground at once. As I lay on my side moaning in pain and holding my head, I heard the voice again. "Sir? Sir, are you okay?"
I know that voice. I laid flat on my back and wiped the sleep from my eyes, but as I looked up at her I was blinded by the morning sun. I lifted my hand up over my eyes to shade them, and the girl finally came into focus. It was her. I couldn't believe it! It was my precious Griet.
"Are you okay?" she asked again. She held out her hand to help me to my feet. As our skin made contact I was suddenly awakened from my hangover. I felt a tingle move down my spine at the warmth of her hand. I was reluctant to let go, but she forcefully pulled her hand from mine, and the regret showed on my face. "What are you doing here, sir? This is a long way from home."
I gazed at our surroundings and gave her a half smile. "I was about to ask you the same question," I said, staring at every feature of her wonderful face.
She blushed at my fascination with her and looked down. "I was on my way to visit my brother. This was the closest to town that he could come," she moved her eyes to my face and saw the question in my eyes, so she added, "I'm sorry to say that his past indiscretions have made it difficult for him to return home. It's a treat that he has at least come this far."
I nodded my head, still smiling, my eyes never leaving her face. She looked down again and said, "Well, now that I know that you're okay, I really must be going. Franz is waiting."
As she walked past me I grabbed her arm. "Griet!"
She looked at me with alarm and said, "What? What is it, sir?"
I stared into those glorious eyes and became intoxicated with her wonderful smell. My heart started pounding against my chest, and my breathing got faster. I pulled her closer to me until our faces were almost touching, and then I leaned in and touched my lips to hers. It was a soft, tender kiss at first, but it grew deeper with each passing second as our passion was able to be released at last.
