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Chapter 12

She found the place easy. She fixed her makeup before getting out of the car. She walked to the building and rang the bell. Mike opened the door and stood there with open arms. She ran to him. He hugged her and kissed the top of her head. He was wearing a white shirt and black sweats and he felt so warm. He closed the door and guided her to the couch. She sat down and looked around. It was a loft with the living room and kitchen downstairs and the room overlooking the living room upstairs. He walked to the kitchen and came back with two glasses of wine. "You might need this." He said as she took the glass and half smiled. He came and sat next to her. "Are you ready to talk or do you need some more time? We don't have to talk, we could just sit here sipping our wine."

She took off her jacket, sat back and took a sip of her glass. She sighed and looked at Mike. "His mom blames me for his death."

"What?" He asked, putting his glass down on the coffee table. "That's ridiculous. I understand she's grieving, but she shouldn't say that to you when you are grieving too. He was an important part of your life."

"Why are you so understanding? Here I am moping about my ex boyfriend to you, whom I am dating at the moment."

"Because I am a very understandable person." He said putting a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

She quickly stood up and put the glass of wine down. "I shouldn't have come here. It's not fair to you."

"Hey, do you consider me a part of your life?" He said as she nodded. "I'm your boyfriend, anything that you go through, I will go through it with you."

"That's the first time you have called yourself my boyfriend."

"Well, I think I am, aren't I?" He said, pulling her back down on the couch.

"Yes, I think so." She said, sitting back down.

"So, tell me everything." He said as she readjusted herself on the couch grabbing the glass of wine again.

"I got there and my mom called me and I broke down. Just being there at the house I started having all these memories. The good ones of course, we did have a few. I was stuck, I couldn't move. I didn't know what I was going to say when I walked into the house. What do you say to a mother that has just lost her son? You know? So, my mother told me to wait for them so we could go in together." She said as she finished the glass of wine and Mike got up to get the bottle. He poured her another glass and sat next to her again. "They got there and we walked into the house. I could hear the crying coming from the living room and there was this knot in my stomach. If it wasn't for my parents I wouldn't have been able to walk into the living room. Do you have anything stronger?" She asked as she finished the second glass of wine.

"Okay, but I'm taking you home. Can't have you driving even though you're close by." He said walking to the kitchen.

"I don't want to go home. I don't want to be alone."

"Isn't your roommate there?" He said looking through the cupboards. He grabbed a bottle of tequila and a shot glass and brought it over.

"Aren't you going to drink with me?" She asked as she saw the one shot.

"I have to drive you, unless you stay over? You can take the bed and I'll sleep on the couch, okay?"

"Alright, now go get yourself a glass." She said, pouring herself a drink.

After he sat down and poured himself a drink he looked at her and grabbed her hand. "So, you walk into the living room."

"Right, so there must've been like twenty people there consoling Laura, that's his mom, they all stopped what they were doing and looked at me. I felt I was under a spotlight. I was thinking maybe they feel sorry for me. But, no." She said downing another shot. "There goes Laura getting up and starts yelling at me! Saying that I killed her boy and that they had to take her husband to the hospital so I might as well be to blame for that too."

He downed his shot and poured two more. "How did that make you feel?"

"Horrible, this lady used to love me. She loved me like a daughter and here she is in front of all her friends and my parents yelling at me, blaming me for her son killing himself. My parents tried to defend me, but there was no convincing her or letting me talk. She told me to get out or she would kill me. Then she slapped me."

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that." He said pulling her to his lap and stroking her hair.

"I always hoped he would come back with a crazy story explaining his disappearance. Trying to get attention or something. Never thought something like this would happen."

"Apparently he had his demons. Nothing you could've done."

"I need another drink." She said getting off him and pouring herself a drink.

"Go ahead. I'll go get you something to change into." He said getting up and climbing the stairs to the room. After a few minutes he came back down. He handed her a shirt and boxer shorts. "They might be big on you, but you can get comfortable. There's a bathroom right there behind you."

"Thank you. Could you pour me another one while I change?"

"You're lucky, tomorrow is Saturday and I don't work." He said winking.

When she came out of the bathroom his back was to her so she took the chance to look around. There was a bookcase filled with books and pictures. Many of the pictures were of him with an older woman. "Is this your mom?" She asked, grabbing the picture.

He took the picture out of her hand and stared at it. "Yes, it's one where she's having a good day. It's from a few years ago when I went to visit."

"You look so young. She's pretty." She said as he put the picture back. She walked back to the couch and took the shot.

"Slow down." He said sitting next to her. "I still don't know how you are drunk or if I can handle you."

"I think I'm a fun drunk. Always get drunk when I'm sad." She said, pouring herself another shot. She offered him another one and he gave her his glass. "What about you? What type of drunk are you?"

"I don't get drunk. So, this would be my last one."

"Party pooper. Why don't you get drunk?"

"Never had liked it, plus, I have to take care of you. No point in both of us being drunk."

"Why are you so nice?" She said, straddling his legs.

"What are you doing?" He said, holding her hips tight.

"Just having fun." She leaned down and kissed him. They started slow, he tried to keep it slow, but she started moving her hips against him and started kissing him deeper and faster. He got up and laid her on the couch and laid on top of her. She opened her legs and he laid between them. They started kissing and touching each other. His hands ran from her hips up her shirt. He reached underneath her shirt and grabbed her breast. She stopped kissing him and moaned. He kissed her neck as his fingers played with her nipple. She could feel him between her legs and she kept moving to adjust him better. He gave her one last rough kiss and got off her. He offered her his hand to get up.

As she got up, he adjusted her clothes and kissed her forehead. "We can't and you know it. Tonight is not the night for it. You went through some great loss and you have drunk a few and I would be taking advantage of your emotional estate. I am a gentleman, I would never do that. Do you understand?"

She couldn't look him in the eyes. "We were just having some fun." She whispered.

He grabbed her chin and made her look at him. "But that fun turns into something that I can't control and I don't want to do something we might both regret in the morning." He kissed the tip of her nose. "You've had a long day, let me show you to the room." He grabbed her hand and guided her upstairs.

Upstairs there was a huge bed, he pulled the covers off for her and led her to the bed. After she laid down he covered her. "Mike?" She asked as he was turning away.

"Yes?"

"I don't want to be alone. Could you lay down with me?"

"Of course I can do that." He said climbing on the other side of the bed and laying down. There he pulled her over his chest.