Against All Odds

Chapter 13 - Special Delivery

The next morning, I woke up with a heavy heart. Emily was laying next to me sleeping peacefully. She had no idea about what happened last night. I got up off of the bed and went into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, I tried to recognize the person in the reflection. This wasn't me. I wasn't a cheater. If there was one thing that I am, it's loyal. I turned the faucet on and started to wash my face. I watched as the water dripped off of my face and into the sink. What was I doing? Here I was, in a relationship with a really wonderful, amazing and strong person. Not to mention, beautiful. I felt as if my world had been torn in two all over again. Even though I'm not sure where this whole thing with Brittany is going to go, what I am sure of is if Britt wants something she doesn't stop until she gets it. Which leaves me in the midst of the very situation that I had never wanted to find myself in.

"San?" I snapped out of my deep thoughts and went to wipe my face on my towel. "Are you almost done? I need to pee." I opened the door and saw Emily bouncing up and down.

"You really have to go huh?" I smiled and started to tickle her.

"Babe stop!" She started to laugh and pushed me to the side and ran into the bathroom. I walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. Damn. I forgot we hadn't gone grocery shopping yet. I can probably pick up some food before I come home tonight. I know Emily must be hungry too.

I only had one class today, while Emily had 3. I told her bye in the morning and we went to our classes. What was not surprising to me is that I couldn't concentrate. All I could think about was Brittany. I was starting to get butterflies. It reminded me of the way I would get all anxious to see her when we first became friends. It was like everything was brand new again, even though I knew that it wasn't. I sat through the long and agonizing lecture from my English 101 professor. When I got out of class I texted Emily to let her know that I was going out to lunch with a couple of my friends. She was alright with it- granted she was fine with it all the time. I didn't want to be sneaking around but because I wasn't sure what was going on between Britt, I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. It was about 11:30 so I decided to call Britt to see where she wanted to go and have lunch. Her phone rang five or six times until she finally answered.

"Hello?" I could hear it in her voice.

"And there it is. The sound of a hangover." I started to laugh. "I'm guessing that you haven't even gotten out of bed yet."

"Shut up yes I have."

"Getting up to go to the bathroom to throw up doesn't count, Britt." I could hear her dry heaving. "Okay you know what, I'll pick up some soup and bring it over there. I always tell you about drinking until you feel it. You just never listen."

"I don't want to be lectured, please. I'll text you the address okay, I need to go." I shook my head.

"Yeah yeah go run to the bathroom bye Britt." And I hung up. I went to Olive Garden to pick up a large bowl of of soup. I entered the hotel address into my GPS and started to drive over there.

Britt was staying on the fifth floor so I took the elevator up and got to her door. I stood there for a good thirty seconds just thinking about what I was getting myself into. I knocked a couple times but nothing happened. I knocked again but louder, and she finally came to the door. You could tell that she had just rolled out of bed. Her hair hadn't been brushed yet and all she had on was a shirt and her underwear. She leaned on the door as she ran her hand through her hair and smiled.

"I must look pretty bad right now." I disagreed. She was just as hot as I remember. Perfectly toned thighs with muscular calves. I pushed her inside and put my bags down on the table. I grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her.