Page 90 of Still Love You

He looks at me. "You two are together?"

"They're not together," Trent says, standing next to the guy. 

I glare at Trent. "Willow and I are going home."

"You go," Willow says to me. "I'm gonna stay here a little longer."

"Willow." I lean down and lower my voice. "You're drunk. You need to go home."

"I'll make sure she gets home," Trent's football friend says, a grin on his face that says he plans to have sex with her.

"Yeah. Not gonna happen." I put my arm around her waist and pull her in front of me in a protective hold.

"If you're not dating her, maybe you should keep your hands off her," the guy says, glancing at Willow's chest again.

"Trent," I say, urging him to get his friend under control.

"Brian." Trent nudges his friend. "Let's go get a beer."

He ignores Trent and says to Willow, "You want to hang out tonight?" He smiles at her. "Like we used to?"

Used to?Did she go out with this guy back in high school? Did she sleep with him? I don't even want to know.

"No, thanks." She pulls her hair up in a ponytail, then lets it fall back around her shoulders.

"Come on," he says. "You don't want to be with this guy, do you?"

"This is Silas." She tilts her head back and smiles at me. A drunk, lazy smile. "I love Silas."

My heart jerks hearing her say it. I wish she meant it but I know she's only saying it because she's drunk. 

"Besides," she says, focusing back on Brian as she rests her body against mine. "You have a small dick and you were done in a minute."

I almost burst out laughing, but I don't because she just confirmed they had sex, which makes me want to kill him.

"What the fuck?" Brian backs away. "You're a bitch!"

She laughs. "And you have a small dick."

"Willow, let's go," I say by her ear.

"Bitch," Brian says, walking away.

She turns around and looks up at me, that drunk smile still on her face. "I love you, Silas."

"Yeah, okay. Let's get out of here." I take her hand and start walking.

"But we didn't go swimming."

"We'll swim some other time." I lead her into the house and grab her dress. "Put this on."

"Just leave it. I don't want it on." She holds onto my shirt. I think she's getting even drunker. She's having a hard time standing up.

I grab a water from the fridge and take the cap off. "Drink this."

She takes a sip, then gives it back to me.

"Willow, just take it. You can drink it on the way home."

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