Page 86 of Still Love You

She rolls her eyes. "You're one of those girls who can't see what's right in front of her, which is why you need someone like me talking some sense into you."

"You don't understand. It's complicated."

She stands right in front of me, a little too close, but I think she's drunk. "Does he love you?"

"Yes."

"And you love him?"

"Yes."

"Then it's not complicated." She faces me toward the patio. "Go tell him you want him back."

"I can't." I turn back toward the kitchen.

She sighs and hands me my drink back. "Then I guess you'll just be sitting in here all night, drinking your sorrows away." She fills up my glass. "If you want more, come and get me." She walks to the patio door. "Looks like Silas already found someone."

She leaves and I race to the patio door and see Silas with a girl. She's average height, has dark hair that's shorter than mine, and a curvy figure. She's wearing a white, barely-there bikini and standing really close to Silas.

I almost bolt out the door to get her away from him, but then remember that I promised I wouldn't do that. Dammit, this is really hard. I turn away from the door and down my margarita. I should probably ease up on the drinks. It doesn't take much to get me drunk and I've been so busy helping with the party I haven't eaten anything.

A few minutes later, Silas walks in from the patio. "Why aren't you outside?" 

"I was helping keep the food table filled." I open the fridge. "I should probably put more meat on the grill."

He comes over and closes the fridge. "You're done in here. You've helped out enough. It's time to have fun. Come on. Let's go outside."

"I'm okay in here. It's kind of hot out."

"Then take off your dress."

He says it casually, and I'm looking at him like he's lost his mind.

"Just wear your suit." He points to the bikini strings around my neck.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot I was wearing this." I feel my face heating up.

He smiles. "You just thought I was asking you to strip?"

I go around him. "I need to eat something. Did you eat yet?"

"No. I was waiting for you. I thought you were outside but I couldn't find you."

We make our way to the food table. People are drinking more than they're eating so there's a lot of food left. We each take a burger and some chips and grab a soda. I'm feeling the alcohol now and it's making me lightheaded.

"Willow, over here." Silas is sitting down on one of the lounge chairs by the pool. All the other chairs are taken so we have to share. I sit on the opposite side and hear Silas behind me, "You don't want to sit next to me?"

"I don't want people getting the wrong idea."

He sets his plate down and leans over to me, lowering his voice. "Stop worrying about other people. What I said earlier didn't have anything to do with other people. It was about us. And I don't want it ruining our night. I'm sorry I even said it. It was the wrong time to bring it up. Now can we go back to acting normal?"

I don't know what 'normal' is anymore. Our 'normal' just hours ago was friends who kiss and flirt and make plans to have sex later. But now, I don't know what we are, and that's my fault because I won't give him an answer.

Silas picks up his plate and starts eating. "Willow," he says under his breath.

"What?"

"Get your ass over here."

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