Page 45 of A Damaged Soul
"Okay, true, but maybe a heads-up so I'm not taking a drink of my wine would've been nice."
Molly merely smirked at me, and I shook my head knowing damn well the next time my friend would do the same thing if for no other reason than it made her laugh.
"Besides, Rhett and I have yet to have sex."
Now it was Molly's turn to spit wine across the bar.
"Wait, what? I thought you said you've spent every waking second together since he got home from the hospital?"
"We have but broken ribs, remember? The doctor said no physical activity, and I've made him stick to it." I took another sip of wine.
"So all this happiness is just from... hanging out?" She made it seem like it was such a foreign idea that I had to chuckle.
"Yup. Well, and the anticipation. The sexual tension between us is dynamite, so I already know when the time comes, it going to be phenomenal." There was no way with the chemistry between us that it could be anything but great.
"Damn! I think I'm even more jealous now." Molly shook her head in disgust.
There was nothing more to say on that note, so I decided to change the subject.
"Since you think I've been abandoning you lately, why don't you tell me what I've missed?"
My friend dramatically sighed as she took a sip of her own white wine. "Absolutely nothing. Unlike you, my life is boring."
"Your life is far from boring," I reminded her. "You just haven't found the right person to spend it with... Yet." I pointed at her.
"Why must all guys be jerks?"
I watched Molly pout, and I wished I had a good answer for her, but the truth was guys could be jerks. Especially the ones we attracted. At least that was the case before I found Rhett.
I was about to tell her there was still hope, but the male bartender beat me to it.
"The right one won't be a jerk." He gave her a hesitant smile as he wiped down the bar next to us.
"Exactly!" I pointed at the bartender until he gave me his name. "Jake, here, is right. When you find the right guy, he won't be a jerk."
Well, that wasn't the complete truth. Rhett had his jerkish moments when we first met, but that was before things got serious. Now he was the perfect gentleman.
Except in the bedroom.
"Maybe you're right." Molly dropped her chin into her hands and pouted.
I shook Molly's shoulder so violently that her whole upper body moved. "Enough of that. We need to liven this party up." I lifted my hand and waited for one of the bartenders to come over. "Two shots of tequila, please."
That seemed to do the trick. Immediately Molly perked up. "Yes!" She clapped her hands as Jake poured two shots of clear liquid into shot glasses and slid them across the bar with a pair of lime wedges and the saltshaker.
Like the pros we were, Molly and I simultaneously licked the spot between our thumb and forefinger before pouring a pinch of salt.
"Bottoms up," Molly giggled as we clanked our glasses and then did the classic “lick, shoot, and suck.”
"Damn!" I pinched my face together and shook my head. No matter how many times we did that in the past, I would never get used to the bite of tequila.
"Now that's what I'm talking about. It's like old times."
I couldn't help but chuckle at Molly's assessment. She made it seem like we hadn't gone out in months or even years rather than just a couple of weeks.
"I need to pee," I announced rather unceremoniously.
"Want me to go with you?"
