This Wasn't Suppose To Happen

Chapter 6

"She's drunk?" he asks, looking up to me.

I nod. She giggles some more.

"Soo drunk," she shouts again.

"Right," Ian helps her sit back on the stool. "Okay. Let's get you home, clumsy," he laughs as she spins in the stool.

"Go have fun, Ian. I can take her to my place. I'll make sure she's sober by morning."

I help Nina up and smile at Ian.

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Oh, alright. I'll see you guys on Monday," he nods at me and kisses Nina on the forehead.

I watch him as he disappears into the crowd on the dance floor.

"C'mon," I pick Nina up and hold her in my arms.

"Where are we going?" she giggles.

I swallow hard and look down at her. She clings to me and nuzzles her face into the space between my neck and my shoulder.

"My place."

I somehow manage to get a cab. I carefully place her in before sitting down next to her. She whines as I give the driver the address, so I pull her closer to me and wrap my arms around her.

"I'm so sorry." She looks up at me.

"For what?" my voice cracks and I place my hand on her cheek.

"Everything." She intertwines our fingers together.

"Don't be."

I brush my fingers through her hair.

"We're here. Pay up," the cab driver interjects dryly.

"Thank you so much."

I smile and hand him a fifty dollar bill.

I pick Nina up and lift her out of the cab. When I place her on the sidewalk, she whines again.

"Carry me." She clings to my bicep.

I can't help but smile as I sweep her into my ams and walk into the hotel lobby.

As I step into the elevator, Nina groans into my chest.

"Paul.."

I look down at her, and it seems like she's almost asleep. Then she opens her eyes and looks up at me.

"Yeah?"

I press the button for the floor and watch the doors close in front of us.

"Have you had sex with Torrey?"

I try to swallow, but I feel like there's something stuck in my throat. She knows the answer, she just wants to hear me say it.

"Yes." I clench my jaw and keep my eyes from meeting hers.

"W-will you..ever have sex with me?"

I can feel her eyes on me as she talks.

"Here we are." The elevator doors open.

"Paul, you didn't answer my-" I put the key into the door and it swings open.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Paul, I don't want any food. I-" she says louder.

I lay her on the bed and walk to the fridge.

"I have turkey, ham, some chicken, a couple slices of pizza." I crouch down to look at the food on the bottom shelf.

"Paul!"