There were no previews to this viewing of the movie from that night. We cut straight to the action.
"You shouldn't be alone," he hissed into my neck and I tensed at the warmth of his alcoholic tongue.
"Neither should you," I murmured back. I gripped onto his shoulder so he could fumble with my heels as a way to peel them off. "Donny, we should get something to drink so we don't get a hang -"
He kissed me. It was bitter. It was sweet. It was...damn. He tore his lips away to squint into my eyes. "Get us some water. Meet me in bed." He patted my bottom and broke away from my hold, keeping his gaze on mine as he backed away down the hallway.
"Fuck, not now," I cursed, attempting to squeeze my eyes shut tighter to get rid of these memories. I was stupid. For a brief second after that night, I thought it would be some cliche love-story bullshit. I thought he would confess his love for me, I would reveal our unborn child, and we would begin planning a wedding. Obviously I'd seen too many chick flicks. My mistake was believing that Adonis actually cared about anybody enough to maintain a relationship with; he was nothing like that. He didn't involve his feelings when it came to women. He fucked them, and left them. Period.
I'd never seen a relationship last longer than a month or two. So why did I ever think I was any different?
I dropped four Advil capsules on his nightstand along with two bottles of water. His squinted eyes bore into me while his chest heaved with anticipation; he reeked of booze and his chest glistened wonderfully. I watched as he tossed back two pills and washed it down with a sip of water, not even waiting for me to do the same before his hands dug their grip into my waist and he pulled me into bed with him.
His hand trailed up my torso to grip the back of my neck, bringing me down into a heated kiss before I could take a breath. It had my arousal spilling over my panties like clockwork, and he grunted lowly as I pried myself away. "Donny, wait." Honestly I didn't even know if Advil would even work for us. I'd never gotten drunk to the point of a hangover before and just played a guessing game with the medication in his bathroom cabinet.
He shook his head. Sometime during my journey to get our pills, he had discarded all of this clothing except for his boxers; I swallowed nervously. Adonis gave my hand a gentle tug and rubbed my back - a sly way to feel around for the zipper on my dress. It only took him a second for his unsteady hands to slip it down and bunch the dress around my waist; it didn't call for me to wear a bra, so he was given a nice view of my body.
He wet his lips, his grin like a horny teenage boy who had never seen the female body before.
I turned over and blinked. I was dreaming without even being asleep. It was like that night was happening right next to me on top of these very sheets. I didn't want to relive that night; I didn't want to go back down that road. I had accepted what happened and moved on. Of course, he and I never really discussed what happened that night. So maybe that's why it was bothering me.
Would it be wrong to bring it up after all this time?
•••••
"Ari?" I blindly slapped around the bed for her tiny body, wanting to get some morning snuggles in before actually getting up for the day. My body ached with my injuries, but it was a good ache. I furrowed my brows when my fingers were met with only the cold sheets. "Ari, baby?" I sat up and snapped my eyes open, and my heart began to race. "Ari!" The pounding in my chest made my soreness that much worse. I scrambled out of bed and out the bedroom door. "Ariah!"
