So why does it feel like everything is about to change?

* * *

“Okay, what are we drinking to this time?” I ask and look around the table at my friends and their men. All of the parents left the party a few hours ago, and all that’s left are Jules and Nate, Natalie and Luke, Stacy and Isaac, Brynna, Matt, Caleb and Will. All of the other guests have gone home, leaving the eleven of us to drink shots and laugh and catch up.

I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.

If I drink this next shot, I just might forget the escapade in the bathroom with Will.

Maybe.

Probably not.

Speaking of Will, he keeps watching me, sipping a beer, quiet. But I ignore him and lift another shot of tequila in the air. So far, we’ve toasted babies, rock and roll, tattoos, shopping, and shopping again.

“Here’s to orgasms, and the three I’m going to have tonight!” Natalie exclaims, earning fits of giggles from the rest of us girls while the boys – all except for Luke – grumble about TMI.

“To orgasms!” we all concur and slam the shot.

I stopped using the training wheels of lime and salt three shots ago.

I glance back over at Will, who’s now in a deep conversation with his brother Caleb, and despite my clearly drunk state, my thighs clench just at the sight of him. Geez. He’s all broad shoulders and muscles and blue eyes and his shaggy dark blonde hair is all messy from his fingers, and mine, and I want to give it a good tug.

I should have done him in the bathroom.

Stop it! That’s just drunk and horny Meg talking.

“So, Meg,” Jules slurs as she leans over toward me and plops her arm around my shoulders. “Why are you still single, my beautiful friend?”

“Because my job is my relationship, my equally as beautiful friend.”

“That sucks.”

“It’s fine.” I wave her off and take a sip of my fifth margarita. Damn, I really should have eaten more at dinner.

“Does your job give you orgasms?” Natalie asks as she crawls into Luke’s lap.

“No,” I giggle.

“Then it’s not fine,” she responds smugly.

No, it’s not fine, but it is what it is. I need to change this subject.

“You should sing something,” Jules claps her hands and bounces in her seat.

“You are all starting to kill this really great buzz I’ve got going on.”

“Sing!” Jules demands.

“I can barely talk. No singing. I haven’t sung in a long time anyway.”

“Okay, then let’s dance.” Jules stands, and then wobbles. Nate pulls her in his lap, laughing down at her.

“I think it’s time I take you up to the room, baby.” She cups his face in her hand and smiles up at him.

“Okay. Can I have some orgasms?”

“I think I can make that happen,” he replies with a smirk.

“No fair!” Natalie exclaims. “I want orgasms!”

Dear God, did we always talk about orgasms when we were drunk in college?

“Then let’s go up to our room too, I’ll give you those orgasms.” Luke kisses Nat’s cheek and stands with her cradled in his arms.

Jesus, Luke Williams is in the same room with me, talking about orgasms.

This is crazy.

“I’m out too.” I slam one last shot, grab for my purse and stand. The room spins a bit, but I brace myself on the back of a chair and take a deep breath.

“You’re not driving are you?” Nate asks.

“I’ll call a cab.”

“I’ll take you home.” Will stands and is suddenly at my side, gripping my elbow.

“You drank too,” I remind him.

“I had one beer. I’m fine.”

Oh.

“Really?”

“I’m in the middle of a season, Meg, I can’t drink much.”

“What kind of season?” I ask as the room spins slowly around me. I’m vaguely aware of snickering happening around me but I’m too drunk to kick anyone’s ass.

“Football,” he says gently and brushes my hair behind my ear.

“You want to play football?” I’m so confused. “I’m too drunk to play football.”

Will laughs and shakes his head. “No, sweetheart, I will play football on Sunday. With my team. Remember?”

“Oh, yeah. You’re a football star.” I wave him off and turn toward my friends. “He’s a big time football player. Did you know?”

Natalie giggles at me. “Meg, you’re funny. I’m glad you’re hanging out with us again.”

“Dude, you got her?” Caleb asks.

“Yeah, I got her,” Will confirms.

“Who you got?” I ask.

“You, drunk girl. Come on.” He turns to lead me toward the exit, and I start to follow him, but for some reason my feet don’t work very well.

“Um, Will?”

“Yeah?”

“I lost my feet.”

“What?” he laughs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t find my feet.”

Why is everyone laughing at me? This is serious!

“Okay, I’ve got you.” He lifts me effortlessly into his arms and cradles me against his chest.

“You don’t have to carry me.”

“If I want to get you in the car and take you home, I think I do.”

“I thought you wanted to play football.” I yawn and lean my head against his shoulder. Hmm… he still smells good.

“Not tonight.”

“I think I’m drunk.”

“What was your first clue?” he chuckles.

“Don’t make me hurt you, Mungumry.”

“Yeah, you scare me.”

* * *

“What kind of car is this?” I ask.

“It’s a Shelby.”

“Is Shelby your girlfriend?” I ask, mortified. Holy shit! I made out with a guy who has a girlfriend!

“No, this car is a Shelby Mustang, Megan.”

“Oh. Then who is your girlfriend?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Why not?”

“No time.” He shrugs. “No one has interested me, until very recently.” He mutters that last part, and before I can ask him what he means by that, he pulls up to my townhouse.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“You’re welcome. Stay there.”

I don’t think I could get out of this car if I wanted to. It sits really low to the ground, but it’s nice. The seat is comfortable.




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