I'll Get The Coffee

Chapter Ten

Liv never claimed she was a sensible girl, it's not something she kind of credited herself for, she was more your good time girl, looking for laughs and mischief rather than following the rules and giving things too much thought. But right at this moment as she opens her eyes and hears that distinctive snore she wishes she maybe gave this a little bit more thought.

God even his snores have a brummie twang to them.

She thought this was smart the night before, if she was being honest she felt a little bit horny, okay, a lot horny, especially as she was watching all the couples dancing away together, which is something she would never want for herself, commitment also wasn't her thing either, but she just couldn't help but feel a little bit of jealousy that they would all be getting laid tonight and she wouldn't.

It wasn't that she couldn't go without sex either, because she could. But it was the whole feeling of the day, love and reminiscing that made her feel this nostalgia in her stomach and she knew she didn't want to be alone that night.

And if she was being honest Jack was the best out of a bad bunch.

They had slept with each other plenty of times before, although she wouldn't say he was her most enigmatic fuck buddy but still he kind of got the job done and then got lost and she liked that about him.

She had looked around the room at the options available, the sparkly lights couldn't even make some of them attractive to her,a few of the lads she had known from Uni who she wouldn't give the time of day to them then so she sure as hell wouldn't now when she was positive she had kind of found her own and was more comfortable in her skin so they certainly didn't deserve that.

She had chatted to Kyle about it at the bar the night before, he was standing in his suit, leaning his arm against the worktop as he leaned in a little bit closer to her than she would have liked. He was offering her advice that she shouldn't be giving herself away to some random fucker, one of Harry's more sleazier friends that the pair of them laughed that they thought he only hung around with snooty banker types with his line of work, but Liv agreed some of his friends were leering and even though she did love the attention at times, she really didn't like the way they seemed to look down at her, like a piece of meat.

However as Kyle continued to slur and tell her that she was 'too pretty' for these lads or 'deserve someone who treats you right babe' she just knew that she needed to nod her head, flash a smile and offer a small thanks before getting as far away from him as well as possible as she was sure Charlotte would be watching them closely and would be pulling her fiancé up for his flirty behaviour with the girl he shagged on an occasion when they were younger.

So that's what left her here with Jack, laying in her bed next to him, the bed with the nice floral sheets that CeeCee had gotten so excited about the night before, claiming the needed to get some for their apartment, yet Liv couldn't spend any more on bedding this year, feeling somewhat gross by the whole occasion. She doesn't know why though, she enjoys sex and she knew what to expect when she got in to bed with him but as her mind flashes back to the night before she can just feel something weird inside of her, something that feels quite foreign now...

"Fuck Liv, you're so fucking hot, like you've got sexier, how is that even possible?" Jack had slurred into her ear when they first got into bed, praising her over and over again like he had already done multiple times today and yesterday when they arrived.

She had forgotten how much he liked to talk, even in bed. She had spent many moments with him in the last thirty-six hours that they had been together and she wasn't sure she had heard him come up for a breath. Even last night whilst him and John slept on the sofa bed in the room, it took Liv having to tell him to save some of his stories for the next day after CeeCee threatened to sleep elsewhere if she had to listen to him tell a story about when he brought his suit and how he had to change it three times because he kept forgetting his correct size.