The Switch Up

Chapter 2. The Deal

The ride from the wedding was silent. I'd had way too much to drink and my head felt like it was full of bricks. Blake was typing away on his phone, his body turned slightly away from mine. I rested my head against the cool window and closed my eyes, wishing this night was over already.

When the car came to a stop Blake slid out and headed into his house, not even glancing at me. I sighed and followed him inside. He'd already stripped off his jacket and tie and as I pulled off my heels. He faced me, his arms crossed and a stormy expression on his face.

"What is your problem Adrienne?"

With mock shock I gasped and held my hand to my chest. "My problem?!"

He rolled his eyes. "Picking fights in public now? In front of our friends?" I smirked and sauntered over to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. My head really was pounding.

"Let's talk about your problem with keeping your hands to yourself in public, Blake," I shot back.

"Sue me!" He yelled flinging his hands in the air. "I'm affectionate!"

"With everyone but me."

He narrowed his eyes and leaned against the granite counter with both hands. "I would be affectionate with you if you didn't treat me like the bad guy all the time!"

My eyes narrowed as well as I leaned across the counter, our faces inches apart. "Then don't be the fucking bad guy Blake!"

He smirked and rolled his eyes. "Why are we still doing this? It's been like this for what? Half a year? Are you happy Adrienne because I'm sure as hell not!" I leaned away from him, my heart hurting a little to hear the words we'd been dying to say out loud. With a sniffle I turned and headed toward the liquor cabinet. This was going to be a hard conversation. I grabbed two tumbler glasses and the bottle of scotch before walking over to Blake and placing the glasses on the counter. I poured a generous amount of in each. We both sat on the bar stools and took deep drinks.

The scotch burned its way down my throat. I reached over to top my glass off. Blake lifted his and I quickly filled it too. "Do you remember what it was like when we were first together?" I asked quietly.

"We couldn't keep our hands off each other," I heard the smile in Blake's voice.

My eyes scanned over his handsome face. His strong, straight nose, his tense defined jawline lightly covered in emerging stubble. His short brown hair now sticking out at odd angles. Finally he turned and his blue eyes met my brown ones. "What happened to us Rienne?"

My heart stuttered at the old nickname he hadn't used in ages. I could see the hurt and confusion in his eyes. "I'm not sure. Maybe we just grew bored of each other." I took another deep drink of my scotch. He sighed and ran his fingers through his unruly hair.

"It's like it's work now. All the fun is gone. There's no excitement."

"How do you put new excitement into a 2 year relationship?" I asked. Both of us sat there, taking occasional sips of our drinks, unsure how to continue this conversation.

Unable to take the silence anymore I asked, "Is this it then? Should we just be done?" Blake dropped his head to the counter with a groan.

"I don't know Rienne. I love you, I do. You are so damn smart and creative. Your smile is killer and I remember what it was like before. If we could somehow harness that again..."

"Then maybe we could make this better?" I finished for him. He turned to me, a sad smile on his face.

"Exactly. You're the only one who can finish my sentences."