Marice Houston is a Deputy
Federal Marshal stationed in Kansas City, Missouri. She hasn't been
back to her alma mater for a good many years, but she's come back for
her tenth college reunion. While there, she sees Kris Hood—a
regrets guy, the one who was never more than a friend. They finally
kindle the relationship that neither of them really realized they
wanted. They meet up with some friends, old and new, for breakfast.
“You never could hold your
alcohol,” Kris teased. “One of the many things I love about you.”
He kissed me on the forehead.
“You love that I can't drink
booze? What's up with that?” I slurred.
“Makes you a cheap date,”
Brian added, nudging me.
“I'll just eat twice as much to
compensate,” I decided.
Rose giggled. I giggled. Nadine
giggled. The men moved the pitchers of mimosas away from us.
“I'm cutting off your supply,
young lady,” Kris scolded with a smile.
“As long as it's the mimosas
and not the orgasms, that's okay.”
“Did you mean to say that so
loudly?”
“No. But you got me drunk. Now
you have to put up with my lack of self-control.”
“I can work with that,” he
murmured, nibbling my ear. “We missed our morning wake up.”
I tried to rest my forehead
against his, but I couldn't manage it. It was completely beyond my
skill set at that point. “Me too,” I tried to whisper, but
failed. “Sex with you is super fun.”
“Thanks. You're fun, too.”
“And it feels really good. And
it makes me scream,” I continued, unable to stop talking. “And
I'm really, really going to miss you when I go home. So much!” I
declared, hiccuping. “So—much!”
“I think it's time to take you
home and let you sleep this off.”
“No sleeping. Nope, nope, nope.
Not when we can have sex in the foyer again. That was fun!”
Kris dropped some money on the
table toward the tip and led me out the door. I stumbled, but he held
me up.
“Babe, you're starting to freak
me out a little.”
“I don't drink much,” I
slurred. “But I swear, I don't get this drunk....” I stopped by
the curb and hurled, narrowly missing my shoes.
Kris, god bless him, held me as I
vomited up everything in my stomach. I do believe I would have puked
up my own ass if I could have. I've never felt so sick in my life.
“I don't like this,” he said,
looking around for something. “I don't like this at all. If I put
you in the car, can you keep from barfing on my upholstery?”
“For now. Why?”
“I'm gonna get you an
antiemetic.”
“That's the no barfing
medicine, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Why are you still here?”
©
2016 Dellani Oakes
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