I couldn’t believe how cute she looked when she scrunched her nose up, her eyebrows pushed together and pursed her lips.
Winking at her, I said, “No promises.” Leaning down, I slowly sucked the tequila from her belly button. I very slowly trailed my tongue up her stomach, tasting all of the salt. I swear her hips moved up towards me but I think that was just my imagination playing a very evil trick on me. Finally, I leaned down. I saw her eyes were fluttering opened. I just wanted to look into her eyes for a second. I could get lost in them. I could look at them forever and always find out something new.
Licking my lips, I leaned down to her mouth. I didn’t take the wedge right away. I let my lips linger for a second. As I grabbed the lime wedge, I lightly kissed her. I felt her lips push up against mine almost like she wanted me to kiss her.
Sarah opened her eyes. Smiling at me for a split second, she pushed me away from her. “All right, enough, Gabe. Get away from me.”
Sitting up, she started to hop off the counter when Ryder said, “Wait!”
“What?” she laughed.
“Not be all girly, but let’s get a picture,” Ryder said, waving a camera in our faces.
“Okay.” She shrugged. “Gabe, will you hold—” Ryder interrupted her.
“No, I want Gabe in the picture with us.”
“Ugh,” she groaned. “All right. Come on.”
Ryder and I walked over and stood on either side of her. “All right, say ‘Cheese,’” Ryder squealed.
“Cheese,” we all three said at once.
Once the flash went off, we started to walk away when Ryder said, “Hey, Gabe, will you take a picture of us?”
As he handed me the camera, I said, “Sure.” I got the camera ready. “All right, on the count of three, say ‘I love you Gabe.’”
“Oh my God, you are so annoying!” Sarah groaned.
“All right,” I said. “Three, two, one—”
Ryder and Sarah both said, “I love you, Gabe,” although their voices were different. Ryder moaned it while Sarah gritted the words through her teeth.
“Picture of you two now!” Sarah said.
With our arms crossed in front of one another, Sarah took our picture. Quickly, Ryder grabbed ahold of Sarah. “All right, you and Gabe now.”
Groaning, she asked, “Do I have to?”
“Yes, Sarah,” Ryder said as he pushed her towards me.
I started to grab her by the waist when Sarah pushed my hand away. “Don’t even think about it.”
I quickly grabbed her hand. Pulling her back against my front, I said, “Smile.”
Ryder quickly took our picture and Sarah pushed out of my grip. “God, I hate you!” she squealed as she got away from me.
“Whatever you say, princess,” I chuckled.
“Don’t call me Pr—” Sarah started to scream but I cut her off.
“I know. I know. Don’t call you princess. Got it, babe.”
Groaning, Sarah grabbed a beer from the fridge and marched off into the living room.
Ryder laughed. “Oh, you two just need to fuck or something.”
“Yeah,” I smiled. “Or something.”
***
The party was now in full swing; people were drunk, the music was blasting, and everyone was having a good time. Well, everyone except Sarah. What Ryder forgot to inform me was that when Sarah drank, she was even more of a bitch than when she was sober.
I kept a clear eye on her the entire night. I just wanted to make sure she was okay and that no one was going to do anything to her.
A few of us were playing flip cup at the dining room table.
“Ah, man!” Ryder yelled. Smacking the red solo cup to the side, he raised his hands. “I can’t believe we lost again.”
Tossing a gulp back, I joked. “It’s not our fault, Ryd.”
“Ooooh!” all of the guys joked.
Giving us the finger, Ryder yelled, “Oh fuck you, guys,” before taking another chug of his beer.
“Shut up, Sarah,” I yelled. I was starting to get pissed off.
The room went quiet. Everyone stared between the two of us. She was just taking things way too far. There was no need to be acting the way she was.
Sarah glared at me. She started to chug the rest of the beer in her can but I grabbed her arm. “Hey!” she yelled. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Taking the beer from her, I said, “I’m trying to help you, Sarah. You’re acting ridiculous right now and you need to stop.”
“You’re not the boss of me,” she slurred.
Shaking my head, I said, “No, I’m not. However, since you’re too drunk to make your own choices, I’ll make them for you.”
“I don’t want you to. I hate you.”
“I know you do. Frankly, right now I don’t give a fuck. You need to sober up. And after tonight, I won’t talk to you ever again.”
“You promise?” she slurred again. She started to stumble around. “Because I can’t stand the sight of you. You’re so annoying. Won’t leave me the hell alone—”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I yelled.
Sarah took a step back and her eyes relaxed.