Page 27 of Thick & Thin

Two hours passed, and I was visiting the bathroom for the third time. The alcohol was going right through me now that I had broken my seal and pissed that first time.

I washed my hands, leaning against the counter, and looked in the mirror.

I didn’t look half bad. My hair was up in a messy bun after I got annoyed with my ponytail getting pulled, and my eyes were bright green and glassy. I dried my hands on the hand towel hanging behind me and pulled the bathroom door open to find Josh standing there.

I gasped. “What the fuck, Josh? You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry. You left without telling me where you were going. I was worried.”

“What’s your deal? I’m fine. You don’t have to follow me around. I can take care of myself, you know?”

It was the beer talking. Even as I was saying the words, I could hear how bitchy they sounded.

“I know, but there are a lot of people here. Cut me some slack, okay?”

I moved into his space, ready to go around him, but he put his arms on the doorframe and stopped me. “Maybe we should go.”

“Now you’re telling me what to do?”

“Jenny, come on. It’s not like that.”

I crossed my arms.

He was annoying me, but something strange was happening too. He was being demanding, which rarely happened with Josh when it came to me, and I kind of liked it. My eyes moved over his arms, taking in the muscles and the light veins that worked their way up and down his arms.

“What are you looking at?” he asked, moving his arms away from the door.

“I like your arms. They’re sexy.”

His eyes went wide. “Yeah, you’ve had enough.”

“I’ll say when I’ve had enough.”

He reached out and wrapped his large hand around my wrist. “Come on, we’re leaving.”

I jerked my hand away. “I said, your arms are sexy, Josh. What do you have to say about that?”

“I’m not responding to that.”

“What if I said I wanted to kiss you? Would you respond to that?”

He scratched at the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing.

“Jenny.”

“Josh.”

And then something happened. I moved forward, pushing myself into his chest. I leaned up and kissed him without even thinking it through.

He pulled back, his fingers going to his mouth.

“What are you doing?” he asked

“I don’t know, but you should probably stop me.”

His eyes skimmed my face once again, his brows pulling down in frustration.

“What if I don’t want to?”

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