Alone Together

Let Him Go, He Gave Up

"Hey, when did you leave the party?" I slur struggling to get the key into hole.

He grabs the key from my hand and opens the door in one swift move, obviously more sober than I am at this point, "Maybe an hour before you left."

One hand still on my shoulder he turns around and quietly closes the door behind him.

I lift my foot up in an attempt to pull off my shoe but instead end up falling, landing right on my ass.

"Lemme help you," he chuckles and leans down. He wraps one arm around my waist to make sure I don't fall over, with the other he grabs my arm and wraps it around his shoulders. Within those couple of seconds I come to realize how small I am compared to him. Not just in stature but in general, his hands are huge, his feet, even bigger.

"Thanks, I guess I drank more than I thought," I manage to say, watching as he is gently removing my shoes, almost as if any swift or harsh movement might break me.

The way his head is tilted just so makes a mental picture of Julian making out with that girl form in my mind, that unrecognizable emotion creeping back up, "So where's your friend?" I ask trying to decipher my own mind.

He lifts his eyebrows in surprise and laughs that half throaty half nasal laugh of his.

Steadying myself on the night stand I stand up and walk over to the closet.

"I figured you'd be off tangled in some sheets with that girl by now," I call out from the bathroom as I change into more comfortable clothes. I am too drunk to feel bashful so when I walk out in my over sized t-shirt I feel more than comfortable. Not that I have an issue with being seen nude. I've always been a very open person and I didn't see the point in making a big deal about body parts.  

When I walk out of the bathroom Julian is sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes are cast down while he concentrates on his fingers fumbling with the end of his jacket.

"I did say 'see you later' and now is later," a small smile forms on his lips as he slowly stands up. He lightly puts one hand in his pocket and starts walking towards me, his head leaned to one side ever so slightly.

Once we are a foot apart he reaches out and gently places his hands on my waist, "Besides, I wasn't in to her," he whispers, a ghost of a smile dancing on his lips.

"Is that right?"

"Yeah..." he lets his hands rest loosely on my hips.

Taking a step forward he closes the small gap between us and gently lifts my chin up towards him with his hand, "I did notice a girl that caught my attention all night," he smirks.

"You should have talked to her then," I mutter following his lead.

"Yeah well, I decided that getting her in a room where we could be alone together was a far better option," by this time his lips are only inches apart from mine.

"Oh yeah? And why is that?" I whisper against his lips, so close that I can feel when he bites his bottom lip and then lightly runs his tongue over it.

His breathing is heavy and the hand he now has on the small of my back is slowly creeping down, waiting for me to give him the okay to grab a handful of what he yearns.

"Well, I wouldn't be able to do this in public now would I?" He mutters pressing a small kiss on my lips and then hungrily moving down to my neck, his hands grabbing a handful of my rear end.

His lips feel electric against my skin while he traces slow sloppy kisses up and down my neck and his disheveled hair lightly caresses my skin.