Intoxicated, I Love You. [Troyler]

3.

// You get a little drunk and you let a little loose. //

Troyes POV.

I sing quietly to myself as I adjust the temperature of the shower water, making it just the right temperature between burning up but not too much steam. I strip quickly, dancing around to the lyrics pouring out of my mouth. I was in a surprisingly good mood after a long day in the studio, happy that it's finally a Friday, even if I don't have any plans other than to cuddle into my bed watching Netflix documentaries all night.

I run my hand through my hair, stepping into the shower and under the stream of hot water. I let it slowly cascade down my body, happy with the water pressure that hit my back almost as if it was made just to relax my tense body.

I run my hand down my neck to my shoulder, immediately feeling a tiny ache where my collarbone sat. I immediately remember the small mark left by my own best friend resting there. The memories of Tyler over me, his lips on mine branded into my mind.

I forget to push the thoughts away as I remember Tyler pushing me into the door, kissing me like time has stopped. I can't keep the thoughts of Tyler's lips on my neck away, or me pulling on his blond strands like they would keep me grounded.

My breath picks up quickly, thinking about my best friend pleasuring me. I can almost feel his hands on me, running down my body, gripping my hips as he pounds into me. My own hand follows the trail that once my best friend has taken one too many times.

I grip onto my member, feeling how excited I've gotten with just a few memories of that drunken night with my best friend. My head hits the shower wall as I pleasure myself slowly as I remember his piercing blue eyes staring into mine.

A bang pulls me out of the moment and I jump, looking at the sudden intrusion. I notice the bottle that's fallen onto the shower floor, my hand landing on my heart as I try to calm down.

I quickly realize what I was doing, alarm shooting though my body. I quickly finish washing off my body, jumping out of the shower and walking away, knowing that getting off to thoughts of my male best friend was not in the plan of ignoring that night completely.

I quickly get dressed, calling a cab as I go. I need a drink.

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The slam of the glass on the wooden counter echoes through my mind as I numbly finish the sour drink. I strangely opted for a whiskey sour other than my normal simple bud light lime. I felt as if I needed something different to help me forget all my troubles yet it just seemed to not be helping.

I feel the drinks getting to me slowly and I decide to take a break, turning in my chair to examine the rest of the crowd. I see all of the people swaying together, having a great time like nobody else is here to forget their worries.

Sighing deeply, I expect the crowd more thoroughly, taking small notice to the fact that if Tyler was here, we would be having a lot more fun, guessing the lives of all of the bar goers just for the laughs. But, Tyler isn't here.

I feel a pair of eyes on me and I turn to my left slowly, meeting the gaze of a girl with a small red dress on. She has brown curly locks to her midsection, bright green eyes, and an interested smile. I walk to her on autopilot, giving her a smile once I'm in arms length of the pretty girl.

"Hey, what's your name?" I say over the loud music, happy to have someone to talk to after the lonely day.

"Cara, you?" She says with a bright smile, showing off beautifully sculpted teeth.

"Troye. How about we talk over some drinks?" I suggest, leading the way back to the bar.

Just a few drinks later, I learn the girl is just aged twenty one, a model for a small agency located in the middle of Los Angeles, and surprisingly quite funny. She's also very interesting but I can't help myself but to drift away from our conversation to study other people.