Love & Lust

Apology

I arrive home and peel off my soaking wet dress. My jacket didn't do much whilst I was waiting for my taxi.

I shrug on an oversized t-shirt and knee high socks, leaving my thong on. I tousle my drenched slowly drying hair and leans it down to air dry.

Grabbing a beer from the fridge I turn the TV onto my favourite Spanish Dance Music channel and immediately Push by Enrique Iglesias stars to blare out. I sip my cold beer and move my hips to the rhythm.

A whole 15 seconds later there's a loud thumping at the door and I jump, almost dropping my beer. I place it down on the counter and cautiously race to the door.

I grab an umbrella from next to the coat rack and get ready to swing it at whoever is knocking at my door at 11:30 on a Friday night.

I slowly unlock the door but swiftly swing it open, gripping the umbrella behind my back.

My eyes are met with a vision.

Of a soaking we Ace.

His white shirt now see-through and sticking to him, from the water dripping down him, his trousers tightly clinging to his muscular form, water droplets gliding down off his perfectly sculpted face.

"I could use some help."

I say nothing. Just glare. No matter how good he looks, I'm still mad.

"So can I come in? Please?"

I stand there for a few seconds but then move back, gesturing for him to come in. He steps forward and past me as I shut and lock the door behind him.

"Why do you need my help?"

I question bluntly, walking into the living room and turning the music down slightly. I pick up me nearly empty beer and gulp a load down, turning back to him.

"Well, I need somewhere to stay tonight. There were no taxis around so this is the closest place I could walk to."

I cock an eyebrow, taking another sip of my beer, feeling the condensation drop down my neck to my chest.

"Why didn't you just stay at the hotel?"

My face stays blank of emotion.

"Booked up."

I sigh, feeling the tension in the air. I finish the rest of my beer, outing the empty bottle on the side and making my way to the fridge for another.

I feel a presence behind me and turn to see Ace, looking down at me sadly. Water drops off his hair onto my naked thigh and I look down to wipe it off. I'm not feeling guilty for him and I'm not getting used anymore.

I turn back to be fridge and take two beers out, offering one to him silently. He takes it and I walk to the kitchen island and sit on one of the stools.

Ace wanders over to the other side and sits, twisting the cap off of the bottle.

We sit in silence - apart from the music in the background - for about 5 minutes before he breaks the tense silence.

"This also gives me the chance to apologise. Properly."

I glance at him through my eyelashes, trying to to falter a smile. I knew I would break him.

"I am sorry. For everything. I am trying to get over someone but I don't want to drag you into it, as much as I can."

He says truthfully. He reaches for my hand and squeezes it, smiling at me. I squeeze back and smile, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach.

"It's okay Ace. I could never stay mad at you. I forgive you asshole."

He looks up at me and gleams a smile which I mirror.

"But, if you're really not happy, maybe you should just tell the woman? Act on your feelings, maybe she'll feel the same?"

As much as it would hurt me for Ace to be taken away, I hate seeing home so down like this.

He takes his hand from mine and runs his hand trough his hair, swigging his beer.

"I wish it was that easy mi amor."

"Surely-"

"It's okay. I'm coping now aren't I?"

He smiles and winks at me.

"But anyway, let's celebrate me apologising, because you know that something I never do."

I giggle at the blunt truth of this and get up from the chair. I grab a bottle of Tequila from the bar and slide it down to him.

"Shots?"

"Sí, shots."

I grab some pre cut lime wedges and salt, placing them next to the bottle of Tequila.

"Shit, shot glasses."

I open the cupboard and see the glasses. Right on the top shelf. Great. I'm only 5'4" but I will not be defeated.

I attempt to reach for them and stretch my whole body upwards. A cold breeze runs over the back of my now expenses thighs and ass.

I remember I'm in only a t shirt and thong and immediately pull my shirt back down, turning back to Ace. A red area started to appear around the collar of his shirt. Awkward.

"Shit. Sorry, it's normally only me in the house so I don't realise. That's embarrassing."

"It's okay. Need some help over there shortie?"

He laughed huskily. I fold my arms over my chest and pout like a child.

"Yes. So then I can drink you under the table chico."

I say confidently.

"Oooh. We'll see."

He grabs the shot glasses and I brush past him trying to make myself look more confident than I was about this. We sit back down around the kitchen island.

"Let the drinking begin."

--------------------------------------------

934 words.

What d'ya think?
I think it's a cute apology.
Lots of love xoxo