Maybe it was the whiskey or maybe it was the fact that I was set on enjoying my newfound freedom, but I kissed Striker back. He was the first individual I had kissed since Marty and I got together nearly three years ago. And to put it lightly, Marty had about as much romantic capability as a plastic spoon...
When we finally pulled apart, I couldn't resist touching my lips. I could still feel the sensation of his touch. It was like the tingling sensation after static electricity.
"Um," Was all I could manage to say. I had met this devilishly handsome cowboy only a few hours ago and now we were sitting on my kitchen floor kissing and drinking whiskey. What else could I say?
Striker grinned, leaning back and taking a swig right from the bottle before chuckling, "I've wanted to do that since the bar."
Taking the bottle from him, I replied, "Is that the only reason you helped me?"
Shrugging, Striker leaned back against the cabinets as if he didn't need to explain himself. We sat in silence for a moment before either one of us said anything.
Finally breaking the silence, he answered, "That wasn't the only reason."
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Nowhere But Up | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceWhen you hit rock bottom, there is nowhere to go but up. And sometimes, you have the opportunity to meet that special someone along the way.
