Shattering Shadows [MxMxM]

Chapter 37

-Authors Note-

Here we go again, another chapter heading your way, FINALLY!

Excuse my tardiness in delivering it to you but as I mentioned before, writers' block is a biatch. Life is one also. But it's here, so read, comment, vote, and let me know what you think of it!

Enjoy, my lovelies!

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No matter how many drinks I consumed, none of it was enough to rid the jealousy away. None of it distracted me enough from glancing through the crowd, watching as that stupid idiot danced with that other glittery idiot. Their bodies moving with grace, as if they were accustomed to being in each other's arms.

Jealousy.

A vile, bile tasting feeling that I've officially decided that I dislike, and never wish to feel again. I'm not much of a drinker, and even though I've probably only a handful of alcoholic beverages swimming through my system, it seems to be enough for my vision to tilt every few moments. But not enough to wash the sharp taste away.

"Here, Baby, drink this." My eyes shift to Revon, and I find myself giving him a slight smile, despite my sour mood. This man will always be the light behind my smiles.

"I've overdone it a little, haven't I?" I ask with a small laugh. Hands rising to take the pint glass of water from his. The laugh I receive rocks through my system, and the sour taste seems to be washed away by it. At least a small bit, for now.

Right. Focus on Revon, your boyfriend. Not the smirking, idiot of all idiots.

"Just a little." His voice is light, happy sounding. Yet, his smile shows how false that is. Eyes moving to where mine were glued, watching the source of my jealousy. Is he jealous too? I don't bother looking back that way, trying to keep my frazzled mind focused on the beauty of a man before me. My Sweetheart.

"I love you. So much." My words startle him, but the smile is finally genuine when he drags his focus back to me. As I take a sip of my water, I leave myself to take in his every detail. Long dark eyelashes, thick yet smooth eyebrows. Dark enough to match his ruffled black hair. His skin, darkened by the late Autumn sun. Full lips, wet with the drink he just took a sip from. Grey, mesmerising eyes, glossy with the effects of alcohol also. "How are you?" My words are slightly slurred, I can hear the drag of each word.

Revon leans forward, hand reaching out to brush through my own messy red hair. "I'm ok, tipsy but ok. Unlike someone, I know my limit, it seems."

His laugh spreads through me like fire and I don't hesitate to close the distance, lips pressing to his in a slow kiss. His lips tilt in a smile as I do, pushing against mine to match my pace.

This is the man I love, the one I adore. The one who should have my entire focus. Yet here I am, enjoying a night of drinks with my friends and some, while my mind is reeking of jealousy over another. Another that wants, not only Revon but also myself. Like, what? How does that even work? I think I'm getting a headache.

I find myself leaning in again, my focus settled on his lips once more, but I'm interrupted when a body falls into the seat beside me. Looking over my shoulder, my lips tilt up into a grin when I spot a head full of brown curls bouncing side to side.

"Having fun, Spice?" I ask, laughing when he smiles at me, still bouncing side to side in his seat to the music. He doesn't respond, instead, he smiles while holding up a finger. His other hand grabbing his inhaler from his pocket before taking a quick puff from it.