My Best Friend's Girlfriend

She's Mine

Matt's POV

Three hours later we're sitting at her empty bar. I'm nursing a glass of scotch and she's peeling the label off of her bottle of beer. We've talked about just about everything you can think of. About the bar and how much business is growing. We talked about the tour and promoting the new album. We talked about the weather and the general lack of rain in California. We talk about everything you can imagine except that night and Brian.

We've walked about everything except anything that really matters.

My fingertips dance across the bar counter and her hands continue to pull the label.

"I should get going," I said but didn't really mean. "It's really late. What do you want me to do with this glass?"

She jumped off of her stool and took the glass from my hand. Her fingers brushed against mine. It made my heart seize up and my breath catch in my lungs.

She said my name and the world fell away.

She said my name and I felt it...from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes.

I couldn't look her in the eye, but somehow I did. She smiled at me as she reached out and grabbed my hand up in hers. It should be funny, how big and tattoed my hand wass compared to hers, but it's not.  It looked and it felt just right.

"Andi," I said but I didn't have anything to follow it up with. Everything is so screwed up. I mean Brian is the one who called her here. Does that mean he's officially forgiven me? Does her being here mean that she wants something more than just the one night?

She squeezed my hand. "I didn't mean to show up at your house that night. I knew it was wrong but in my heart, there wasn't really any other place that I wanted to be. I started it all to get back at Brian but it felt like...it was the right place to be."

"Then why did you tell me that nothing could ever happen between us?" I asked honestly.

"I thought for sure that I'd screwed everything up between you and Brian."

"I could have handled Brian," I said louder than I wanted to.

 "I just figured it was best for me to be out of the picture. I couldn't bear to think I'd screwed up your band...your friendship. I couldn't bear to think...it was just better to take myself out of the picture but when he showed up and told me how miserable you've been, how he'd forgiven me and you...well..." she met my eyes then and she was scared and nervous.

We had a lot of shit to talk about but God damn it, I couldn't help it. I pulled her hand up to my mouth and then I kissed across her knuckles. Her skin was soft and warm under my lips. I looked at her and she was staring slightly surprised, holding her breath. And then she licked her lips.

That was all it took. I leaned over and took her face in my hand. I brushed my fingers across her cheek and then threaded them into her hair. I leaned in closer, but slowly, giving her time to say no if she wanted to.

She didn't.

At the first touch of my lips to hers, I'm slammed with memories of the last time we were together. I honestly feel like I was going to stop breathing. By the time her tongue came out to lick across my upper lip, I was a goner. I was breathing hard and heavy, my fingers were tight in her hair, my mouth smiling, smiling against hers as I fell into the kiss, into the bliss of her face in my hands, her mouth on mine, her breath against mine, showing me that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

I pulled back, not because I wanted to, but because I needed to. I needed to know that this isn't just pity on her part. I needed to know that she felt this...felt me.