She isn't married to me

Chapter 15: the beast

ANDREW

"Andrew! hurry up, we are late to Michael's wedding."

"Emma, could you stop worrying so much? We are not going to be late."

"You always say that brother and we are always late."

It's Saturday morning and my family and I are on our way to a wedding, my cousin George gets married after being 2 years with his girlfriend. I won't go to work today. I was hopeful I could see her today though. It's been one week since I saw her. All this week she hadn't eaten at the restaurant and I've been trying to make up something to see her but nothing has worked so far.

Fred's parents paid his bail and on Sunday night he was back home. While Robert had to be in the hospital until Tuesday, at least he's feeling better.

She has been on my mind. I don't know if she's ok, I don't know if Sophie is ok, I know nothing, but I have to be here whether I like it or not.

We are off the car and we head to the ball room, my cousin and his wife signed the papers yesterday and today is the party.

There is a toast, words here, tears there. I don't want to be here. The moment everybody starts dancing I'll be gone. My mom starts to say something to me but I'm so immersed in my thoughts that I can't understand why she shakes me by the shoulders.

"Mom, what's going on?"

"Are you ok, son? I was just telling you that Rebecca is watching at you, maybe you should ask her out, I hate to see that sad face you have, you are young and you can still have fun. I know what you feel about Adria, but you won't help her if you get depressed."

"Mom, I'm going back to my place, I really don't want to be here right now." I say it in the most politely way and I kiss her cheek. I was about to get up when someone grabs my left arm, finally without a plaster.

"Hi Andrew, how are you? I haven't seen you since we graduate, you look... more handsome." Rebecca says with a flirtatious smile. She's wearing the tightest and shortest dress around here.

"Hi Rebecca, I'm fine, thanks, you look... nice. Excuse me, I was just heading to the bathroom." I tell her with a hurry voice.

"Wait Andrew, I know you, you are not going to the bathroom, please come dance with me, all the men here have a couple, you and I are the only ones who are single, the party has just begun." She grabs my hand this time and I fake a smile because my mom is behind Rebecca, giving me a death glare, that means I can't say no.

We start dancing, I haven't danced since that night at the bar where I was drugged and robbed and I'm not feeling it. I want to know something about her, I want to see her and kiss her like last week. The whole week I have been thinking about that Saturday. After I asked her to stop with the ifs, she smiled, I grabbed the sides of her face and I finally kissed her.

After kissing her for a while and noticing she wasn't going to make the first move, I couldn't hold myself anymore, I slid my hands under her shirt and started touching her back slowly and I was afraid she'd say no, but she didn't say anything, instead she took my face on her hands and started kissing me with hunger, and for the first time I didn't know what else to do, and like if she sensed it in some way, she pulled up my shirt without breaking eye contact, slowly I did the same. Then I made her lay down on the couch and I started kissing her again like if the next day was the end of the world.

Suddenly she asked me "Andrew, do you have a condom?"

A condom, I always have condoms. Wait, I used to have condoms in my other car, but I haven't been with any girl since quite a long time. Shit and more shit.