Page 86 of A Dark Melody

“That makes sense.” He grins, walks over, and grabs a mini bottle of Jack Daniels. I pout for a moment before throwing back my bottle.

I untwist the cap off the other, and he lifts his mini bottle to mine, clinking them together. “To getting fucked up.” He throws back his bottle, and I do the same.

“How long do you think you’ll live?” I ask, grabbing another bottle of vodka as he sits down on the couch.

“I don’t know.” He replies, patting the space beside him.

After I finish my mini excuse for a bottle, I kick off my heels and reach back to unzip my dress. I step out of it, forgetting for a moment that I’m not wearing a bra.

“Fuck.” He breathes as I stand in front of him, wearing nothing but a black thong.

I hug my chest to cover up and quickly turn so my back is to him.

“Jesus Christ.” He breathes loudly as I dig through my suitcase for a shirt. I pull it over my head and turn back around.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry? Don’t be sorry.” He smirks. “I just got a view of a lifetime.”

I smile and crawl on the couch to the space next to him. He puts his arm around me and picks up the remote. He turns on the TV as I eye his crotch. There is a slight bulge, and I lick my lips as he flips through the channels on the TV.

“Wes.” My voice trembles a little.

“Yes, Abbey?”

“Can I suck your…”

“Please.” He cuts me off. “Don’t finish that sentence. I can only exercise so much self-control.”

“But it’s not sex.” I smile.

“Too close.” He says, playing with the ends of my hair. “Too close.”

“You smell good.”

“Yeah?” He smiles down at me.

“Yes. You smell like a good wooden stage. Like at the Bronx.”

“The Bronx in New York?” I nod. “I love that place.”

“Me too.” I move closer against him.

I lay my head in his lap, ignoring the bulge in his pants. I can’t really focus on what’s on the TV, though. He takes to rubbing the side of my head, and it feels so good. I could fall asleep like this, so I sit back up.

“Are you okay?”

“I need a Xanax.” I sit up.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. With the amount of alcohol you’ve had to drink, I’m not sure that’s a good mix.”

“But I don’t want to ruin the great night I’ve had with bad dreams.”

“I’ll be here. You can wake me up if you have any bad dreams, and I’ll comfort you.”

The door opens, and there stands Sue.

“You’re back. What did you have for dinner?” She questions, looking at something on the desk. I can almost hear the “Rules, Abbey” in her tone. She glances my way for a moment, then looks over at Wes, then back at me.

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