Page 41 of Feel It All

“Held up or tied up?” Owen wiggles his eyebrows at me.

“I wasn’t tied up…she was about to be though.” The image of her cuffed to her headboard resurfaces and I have to adjust my pants.

Owen busts out laughing, placing a hand over his chest. “Man, you two are really happy, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, we are.” I still haven’t told her that I loved her yet. I have never told a girl I loved her. I’m a little nervous about it; I don’t want to freak her out. We haven’t been together long, but hey, when you know you know.

“Well buckle up, lover boy, we have full night ahead of us.” Owen gives me a shove then puts the car in drive and we get the night started.

We ride around for a couple of hours. The night is pretty slow. Winry messages me halfway in.

Buttercup: I can’t stop thinking about you in your uniform.

Me: I can’t stop thinking about your handcuff joke.

Buttercup: Who said I was joking?

I must let out an audible growl because Owen starts to laugh.

“Quit sexting Winry and tell her I said hi.”

“Shut up, we’re not sexting…yet.” I laugh and Owen smacks my shoulder.

Then a call comes over the scanner, “Requested unit at Bluebird’s, possible criminal trespass. A white male in a blue t-shirt refusing to leave the property.”

Owen clicks on the radio, “210 enroute.”

We arrive at the bar and head straight inside, where there is a man in a blue shirt yelling at the bartender.

“What seems to be the problem here?” Owen asks, cutting off the man yelling at the poor bartender.

The man whips around, and I let out a curse when I realize who it is. Flynn fucking Martin. A little smile is brought to my face when I notice his nose is a little crooked where Winry broke it.

“What the fuck are y’all doing here? Aren’t you tired of harassing me? I mean really, don’t you have better things to do?” Flynn slurs angrily.

“I cut him off a half hour ago, he started yelling, so we kicked him out. He just keeps coming back after we have told him to leave several times,” the bartender, Lacey, fills us in.

“Okay, come on, Flynn let’s go. Luckily for you I am good mood, so why don’t you let us call you a ride and we can call it a night?” I let Owen do the talking. I don’t think I can talk rationally to this guy. Hell, just looking at him reminds me of seeing him on top of Winry—my Winry—and my whole body tightens with anger.

“You know, I don’t really feel like going home, maybe I should go see an old ex of mine. Eh, Officer Taylor, what do you think?” Flynn sneers and puffs out his chest.

Keep your cool, Graham.

“I would suggest you take us up on calling you a ride. I don’t care where you go, but you can’t stay here and you aren’t going to Winry’s, so pick somewhere, or Aster Creek jail will gladly take you for the night.” I keep my tone even; getting me mad is exactly what he wants, and I refuse to give this dipshit any ammunition.

A blonde girl races up and tugs on Flynn’s arm. She looks at us with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, he is just drunk. I’ll call us a cab; I will make sure he gets home.”

“No, Sara, I’m not going anywhere.” Flynn yanks his arm back. “What I really want to know Officer Taylor is does she taste as good as I remember? Man, what I would give to taste her again.”

I clench my jaw and my firsts. “Flynn, this is your last chance.”

Sara comes back up, looking frantic, “Please wait, I called a cab, it should be here soon. Flynn, let’s just go back to my place.”

“Okay, Winry…oops, I mean Sara. My mistake.” Flynn smirks then wraps his arm around Sara, walking out of the bar.

Owen glides past me and pats me on the back. “I am going to make sure they actually get in the cab. Cool off then meet me outside.”

I take a moment to calm down. That fucker doesn’t deserve to say her name. I’d love nothing more than to shut him up, but that’s what he wants, and I sure as shit won’t be doing that. I let Lacey know to call us if he comes back then make my way outside to the car. I fall into my seat, finally able to breathe. I run my hands over my face and let out a deep breath.

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