Charlie Kind is a Texas girl, clad in black with her aviators on in her jacked up truck. And no, she's not a cowgirl. She lives in San Antonio, and works at a local pub as a bartender, and a very good one at that. With charm and confidence, she's be...
"Alright, let's get you home," I said as I hooked my arm around Everly's waist to hold her up. She had only had one margarita, but she was quite tipsy. I smiled at how much of an adorable lightweight she was.
"Gracias Isabella," I called out with a wave as I moved the flushed girl to the door. We stumbled out into the night air, which wasn't chilly, but Everly scooted closer to me and shivered.
"Alright, are you coherent enough to tell me where you live so I can drive you home?" I asked. She suddenly got a slightly panicked look on her face.
"I can walk," she replied, releasing me and trying to take a few wobbly steps forward. I chuckled and grabbed her arm gently, leading her to the truck.
"It's ok, just tell me where you live and I'll drop you off, that way you don't have to walk," I explained. She shook her head, but she was still shivering, so I opened the passenger door and picked her up by her waist and set her in the truck. By the time I climbed into the driver side, she had stopped shivering, but she still looked worried.
"Hey," I said, placing my hand on her forearm which was resting on her lap. "What's up?"
"I can't tell you where I live," she said vaguely, not looking me in the eye.
"Why not?" I asked softly. I was starting to grow concerned now. She took a deep breath.
"Because I don't live anywhere," she whispered, glancing up at me, suddenly seeming very sober. My eyebrows furrowed together.
"What do you mean you don't live anywhere?" I asked. But I already knew the answer. Everly remained quiet, staring at her hands. I thought about how scared she probably is, and how if she were truly sober, she probably wouldn't have confessed this. What the hell is this girls story? I wondered where her clothes were, but that would have to wait for tomorrow.
"Well, you're coming home with me for tonight, and then tomorrow we can figure out what you want to do. But I'm not letting you sleep another night on the street," I said, matter of fact. She looked up at me and gave me a tiny smile.
"Thank you," she said softly.
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I opened the front door to my place and let her walk in before me, thanking God that I had decided to clean yesterday.
"Welcome home," I said, setting my bag down and kicking off my boots.
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"Make yourself comfortable. The kitchen is right over there, help yourself to anything if your hungry," I told her as she glanced around aimlessly. Then she yawned, squeaking in the process. I chuckled.
"You tired?" I asked. She nodded, and I began to lead her up the stairs to the bedroom.
"The bathroom is right over there if you need it, ok? I'm going to sleep downstairs on the couch, so if you need me that's where I'll be," I said, starting to walk back down the stairs.
"Wait, can you stay with me?" Everly asked, making me turn around.
"You sure?" I asked. She responded by nodding, and sitting on the bed. I shrugged and went to my dresser drawer, pulling out sleeping clothes for both her and I.
"Here," I said, handing her the oversized band shirt and leggings. "You can change in the bathroom if you want." Instead, she began taking her clothes off right there, and pulling on mine. I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on at all, especially seeing my shirt slide over her tanned abs, but I shook my head and changed into my sleep clothes, just a loose tank top and boxer shorts. After I brushed my teeth in the bathroom, I came around to my side of the bed to find Everly almost asleep. I smiled softly and crawled in beside her, turning out the light. Then I turned around and laid on my side, facing her, and was just about to close my eyes when she wordlessly rustled up into me, becoming the little spoon. My breath caught in my throat. I've never let a girl do something this intimate to me before, but coming from her I definitely liked it. She sighed gently when my arm came to rest around her stomach, and I knew that within minutes she had fallen asleep.
What the actual fuck have I gotten myself into.
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