“Tiffany!”
“What?” She shrugged. “That’s what she does. I mean, my god, it’s been a month since that fiasco with her parents and she hasn’t broken stride. The chick is a survivor. She can handle worse.”
Kara pressed her lips together. “You’re not being supportive.”
“Yes I am. I’m here.” Then she frowned. “Scoot over. Since we’re here, I need to pee.”
We shuffled to the side and Tiffany took a squat. As she peed, she looked up. I caught a little glaze in her eyes as well and chuckled, “You’re drunk too.”
“Yeah.” The corners of her lips curved up. “I’m like Hannah. I get horny too.”
Kara burst out laughing alongside of me.
Tiffany scowled. “When I’m drunk. When I’m drunk! My sister’s always horny.” Then she grew somber. “That’s how she copes. It’s not good. Not me. I cope by being a bitch.”
More laughter boiled up in me. I couldn’t stand upright and I started sliding the wall. Kara gasped and grabbed for me. “You can’t sit on the floor. That’s disgusting.”
“Yeah.” Tiffany was still so somber. “That is disgusting. Oh gawd. I’m drunk.”
Kara sighed. She had a firm hold on my arm. When Tiffany was done, she steered both of us out of the stall. I meant to ask what had been the point, but I couldn’t get the words out. We were ordered to wash our hands and then we shuffled back to the table. Cord and his date were gone. Derek was frowning at Jamie, who had a worshipful expression on his face. He was listening to the conversation between Jesse and the drummer. His head was even propped on his hands. He looked ready to propose marriage.
Kara went over to Jesse. Her hand was still firm on my arm. “Your girlfriend needs to go home. She tried sitting on the floor in there.”
Jesse grinned and scooped me into his lap. “She’s fine. She’s just letting off steam.”
“Yeah, well.” She sighed. “Derek, I think I’m ready to go?”
Jesse turned to him. “Take Jamie and Tiffany.”
“What?” Jamie protested. “No way, man. The night’s just starting.”
Tiffany swayed on her feet, giving him a sultry grin. That was all it took. He stood up. “Never mind, I recognize that look. I’m going to get lucky with my girlfriend. It’s been a damn while.”
She giggled when he pulled her close and the four of them left. As Jesse held me on his lap, he rubbed a hand up and down my back. The giggles eventually faded and my eyelids grew heavy. I must’ve fallen asleep because when I woke, he was carrying me outside. When he buckled me into the seat, I asked, “What time is it?”
“It’s late. Bar closed an hour ago.”
“Where are we?”
“Leaving the bar.”
“That makes no sense,” I mumbled, but I didn’t care. I fell back asleep. When I woke again, Jesse was carrying me into the house. My arm curved around his neck and I pressed a kiss there. “I had fun tonight.”
“Good.” He kissed me back.
“Kara called me your girlfriend,” I whispered. It was important, but I was so damn tired. I wanted to go back to sleep. I loved when he held me. I felt safe.
“Because you are. And you are safe.”
I frowned. I hadn’t meant to say that last bit out loud.
“It’s fine.” Jesse kicked open his door and set me on the bed. As he did, my eyes opened further. I was still struggling to keep them focused. He didn’t turn the light on. I was so thankful for that. I could hear him moving around before he moved me underneath the sheets and crawled in beside me. I was too tired to do anything except snuggle into him. But as he skimmed a hand down my arm and went to my waist, he started to lift my shirt up.
I was suddenly wide-awake. Desire built in me and I moved to help the shirt off.
Then we were kissing. I pulled Jesse on top of me and it wasn’t long until he was sliding inside of me. Arching my back, I closed my eyes and gave into the sensations. I loved him. Everything would be fine. I loved him.
He lingered over my lips and whispered back as he continued thrusting into me, “I love you too.”
My eyelids flew up. I hadn’t meant to say that, again, but I was caught by his gaze. I saw the love in him as he quickened the tempo. Something settled in my chest. Peace. Contentment. Whatever it was, it felt good. It felt right.
When we were done, I murmured without thinking, “I can’t think about what Ethan did.”
His arms tightened around me, but he only kissed my shoulder.
My chest filled. The pain was right there. I let it go. I had to. “I don’t want to think about him wanting to kill himself. That’s not the brother I knew. The one I knew watched over me. He took care of me. He wouldn’t want to hurt me and dying was the worst way to do that. I can’t think of him like that.”
“He was sick, Alex.”
I heard the thick emotion in his voice. I didn’t look up. I was swallowing my own back.
His voice was rough as he continued, “He went into a dark depression. He wouldn’t get help. I tried to push him, but Ethan refused. He stopped talking to me towards the end.”
My eyes closed. An invisible hand was on my chest, pushing down. My ribcage felt like it was going to break. “That was when he started hanging out with Jeremy Benson and Barbie?”
“Yeah.” His chest rose up and down as he took a deep breath. “Yeah.”