I hadn't thought I would be ready for another relationship so soon, but Striker and I just seemed to click. There was just something about kicking your shitty ex-boyfriend out of your home that really brought two souls together...
Striker stayed until nearly midnight. By the time the clock struck twelve, the whiskey he had brought sat empty on my counter. We were both thoroughly drunk again.
"I should go," Striker's words were a bit slurred. But when he stood up, he swayed on his feet.
Fueled by the liquor, I reached out and grabbed his hand, "Hell no you're not. You can crash on my couch."
Striker seemed to think about my offer before shrugging, "If you insist."
His casualty took me off guard, and the alcohol kept me from being able to conceal my feelings. The imp grinned, his one gold tooth glinting in the harsh glow of the kitchen lighting, "What? Think I'd refuse or demand to sleep in your bed?"
I could feel the blush creep into my cheeks. Striker leaned forward, propping his elbows on the counter.
"Nah, darlin'," He slurred, "I know how to wait for something good."
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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.
