Kidnapped By the Bad Boy

Chapter 11: Beer with a Pinch of Feelings

Dedicated to @lisaunrau
Thanks for your support!

This chapter is mostly mushy gushy dramatic shit. Lol. Enjoy.

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Fireflies lit up the large backyard. They brightened the night sky and illuminated the moon which seemed to be hiding. I felt happy. For once in my jacked up life.

Many people wouldn't think that me of all people would have problems with actually feeling content. I had the perfect life with the perfect boyfriend and the perfect family with the perfect friends. Perfect, perfect, perfect.

It was gross. It was boring. It lacked everything that I wanted, that I craved. It lacked the feeling of pure unadulterated bliss.

But...I felt that, right now in the most unlikeliest place, I felt that.

I circled my fingertips along Nolan's arm, tracing the prominent veins and feeling over the muscles that lay beneath his skin. I watched as his Adam's apple bobbed each time he took a sip of his beer. I hated beer with its sickening taste and smell but the way it mixed in with Nolan's natural scent of mint and spice went well. And his warm skin pressed against mine felt even better.

We stood there along the railing of the small balcony behind the house. Watching the stars and taking in the glow of the fireflies as they buzzed around.

I didnt mind that it was mildly chilly out or the fact that I probably was getting eaten up by mosquitoes or even the fact that Nolan was one more beer bottle away from being shitfaced. I was happy. Finally. Even though so much was going on, that was all that mattered.

"Nolan?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you happy?"

Nolan looked down at me and for the first time in forever, I could see tears forming in his eyes.

I stuttered,"N-Nolan...Im sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"I feel like happiness should be a goal. It should be something that only we can activate but only at a certain point."

Nolan's eyes stayed glossy as he popped open another bottle but I quickly snatched it from him and took a sip too. The taste was horrid but it gave me a small buzz and I downed more.

"But...are you happy? Like right now?"

"Not exactly. But if your happy, that makes me feel good as well."

"Why would you care how I feel?" his green eyes seared through mine and I got nervous under his gaze.

"Why do you care if Im happy or not," he asked back. His voice slurred slightly.

"...because-"

"Because you care about me," his breath fanned my face as he stepped closer. His beer breath didnt faze me much.

His words sunk in and I shivered. I wanted to deny his words so badly but I knew they were true. I knew how I felt about him and he knew too. He knew that even though he had moods swings and could be a total asshole, I would never leave his side. I couldn't. I would always care. I always cared...way too much than I was willing to admit.

"I know you do," he continued. "Just as I care about you."

My breath hitched at his words. He couldn't mean that.

His fingers traced the smooth skin beneath my crop top and his gaze never faltered as he stared into my eyes. As he stared into my soul. How did he do that?