Whiskey & Vows

T W E N T Y

C H A P T E R T W E N T Y || YOUR ARMS THEY KEEP ME STEADY, SO NOTHING COULD FALL APART

"I need to talk to you," Derek's eyes narrowed curiously, as he eyed me up and down. I wore a simple pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt, but enough to make him go crazy. I rolled my eyes at behavior and watched him as he shamelessly eyed me down. I wasn't the tiniest girl around, but I had finally started doing some type of exercise and Derek has enjoyed every moment of me being active. He had just finished working out at the gym in his house, and looked completely edible as sweat ran down his body.

"Are you breaking up with me?" My eyes popped at his question and I slapped his arm. "You sure weren't thinking that way last night when I had you moaning my name," My eyes widened at his comment and I could feel the blush spread through my cheeks. I hit him again and tried not to strangle him. We wanted to get in each other's pants but we were both hesitant on having sex again, so we continuously fooled around as if we were in high school again.

"You're such a fucker, maybe I'll just go to Dr. Wilson." Derek's eyes turned into slits and he latched on to my arm, turning me around to face him once again. I tried to hold back my satisfied smirk as he suddenly became possessive. I wouldn't dare to admit to him how happy that made me, knowing that he felt so possessive over me. Instead, I watched as he struggled to say his next words calmly.

"Don't even bring up that guy," He snapped. "What did you want?"

"Forget it," I huffed, pulling myself out of his grasp. Derek wasn't having it and let out a groan before jumping behind me and grabbing my arm again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be a dick," He groaned. "You know how much I can't stand that fuckface." I looked around; glad to know Andy wasn't in earshot. I wasn't too great at watching my language, but I didn't want Andy to pick up a colorful vocabulary before he went back to school in the fall. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him in annoyance.

"What would you like to talk about?" He asked gently, wiping sweat from his brow.

"I have to go to this orchestra thing for one of my classes. I was personally invited by my professor and I wanted to see if you wanted to come," I mumbled awkwardly. A flare of recognition passed through his eyes as he smiled softly.

"Then annual summer orchestra," Derek smiled, looking at the clear sky.

"How did you know?"

"My mother was a music freak; you wouldn't believe the types of music events she attended. They ranged from classic and elegant like the orchestra concert to sketchy like sneaking into a karaoke bar." He chuckled lightly.

"If it's too hard-"

"No," He cut me off quickly. "I can't forget about my past like that. It's not really my thing but I didn't mind going. When is it?"

"Thursday night,"

"You have a dress?" He asked, wiping his sweat again. I grimaced at his behavior and shook my head.

"Not yet," I sighed. "I just got the letter and tickets in the mail today,"

"Perfect," He grinned. It was another rare moment where I didn't know where his happiness came from, or how a situation such as this one made him so happy, but I couldn't forget it for the world.