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Wes:ur so nwsudiful and i wdsny yo lisd u so bad
I furrow my brows., but decide not to respond right now, that would be rude to Matt.
“Bad text?” Matt asks.
“Uh, just confusing. Wes must have pocket texted me or drunk texted me or something.” I say with a shrug.
“Oh. I didn’t know you two talked after you first met.”
“He helped me unpack Monday, and took us to the airport Wednesday. We’ve texted occasionally, but I haven’t heard from him for a few days.” I try to keep the hurt out of my voice.
“Interesting.” Matt stands and offers me his hand, “Ready to go, sweetness?”
As I stand, Matt’s fingers interlace with mine as he leads me to the elevator, waving goodbye to Carla as we pass.
When we get to my apartment, Matt walks me to the door, pulling me in for a hug.. “I had a really great time tonight, Elli. Thank you for joining me.”
“Thank you for inviting me. I had a really good time, too.” I bite my lip, wondering if he’s going to kiss me. Wondering if Iwanthim to kiss me. All the little touches during dinner didn’t make my stomach flutter or send sparks of electricity through my veins, but maybe I just need time to be more attracted to him.
Matt moves back slightly so our noses are barely half an inch apart, then leans back in slowly so I have time to move away if I want to. When I don’t, he closes the distance between us and our lips meet in a gentle kiss.
It’s… nice? I guess. There are no sparks.
When he pulls away, he gives me another quick kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Elli.”
“Goodnight, Matt.”
Chapter 15
Wes
The lights are too bright and my head feels like it’s being hit repeatedly by a hammer. I remember having two glasses of whiskey to prevent myself from driving over to Elli’s and interfering with whatever she was doing with Matt.
Apparently, I had a lot more than two glasses.
I don’t usually drink, maybe a beer or two if I’m socializing. My mom dated far too many alcoholic assholes that would get violent when they were drunk, so I vowed never to be like them. I don’t want to be addicted to something, either. Because of my mom, addiction runs in my family and I don’t want to end up dependent on something to get me through the day.
Plus, my anxiety medications aren’t supposed to be taken with alcohol. The last time I was this shitfaced was when I broke up with Shelby.
Lucky for me, drunk Wes is responsible and has a glass of water and some Advil on the nightstand. Unlucky for me, drunk Wes is also a fucking dumbass and drunk texted Elli. After swallowing the pills and gulping the entire glass down, there’s a knock at my door. I swear to god if it’s Luke asking me for another favor I’m going to have to move.
I’m surprised when I open the door to find not only Robin, but Sean, too, holding bags of greasy breakfast food and coffee.
“Don’t you two have church or something?” I grumble as they plop themselves on the couch in the living room.
“Hilarious.” Sean retorts, handing me a breakfast sandwich.
“We were worried about you.” Robin says sternly.
“Why were you worried about me?”
Robin shoots me with what I call her mom stare, “You called me last night rambling on about Elli. It wasn’t at all coherent, so I knew you were shitfaced.”
“You haven’t had more than a beer or two since-”
“I know.” I cut Sean off harshly, not needing another reminder.
“So what happened?” Robin pushes gently.
