Page 298 of Rock Me All Night
Drew takes his shot, like that will somehow absolve him of answering the question.
Tom shakes his head. "Jesus, fuck this. Drew, answer the fucking question. Your girlfriend is about to cry. Are you fucking stupid or just desperate to be as miserable as possible?"
Drew scowls.
Tom shakes his head. "I'll give you five seconds. Five, four, three—"
Drew presses his palms into the seat.
"Two, one."
Nothing.
"Fuck me." Tom sighs like he's about to commit ritual suicide. He pushes off his seat. It's fast, a flash, and he grabs me and kisses me.
Tom is kissing me.
What the hell?
And then he's not. And there's this loud thud of flesh pounding into flesh. And a scream. Meg's scream.
Someone lands on the floor. Tom. And Drew is standing there shaking his first, his expression the picture of embarrassment.
Drew punched Tom.
"I told you not to touch her." Drew's eyes turn to the floor, like he's confused by his reaction.
He turns. His eyes catch mine. It's a split second and then he pushes past me. Pushes out the door.
And he's gone.
