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Jessie swayed back and fourth outside the club. The nights' breeze was brisk and refreshing. The heat of the day had been unbearable. She was stuck in her office all day filing paperwork. She even had to stay late because her boss was behind on a project, and chose to dump it on her desk.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Someone apologized from behind her. She smiled.
“I almost thought you were standing me up, Eddie.” She confessed. He laughed.
“After all the convincing it took to get you here?” He questioned. She shrugged, heading inside the club. He followed her closely. She headed straight to the bar, ordering a scotch on the rocks. As she went to pay, Eddie pushed her hand away.
“I didn't invite you out so you could spend your hard earned cash.” He insisted. She rolled her eyes.
“Make it a double.” He suggested to the bartender.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” She asked. He shrugged.
“I wouldn't complain if it were to happen.” He answered. She took her drink from the bartender.
“I'll have the same.” Eddie added. The bartender headed back to the bar.
“Thank you.” She mumbled, holding up the drink. Eddie nodded.
“You're welcome.” He answered softly. She was quiet for a minute.
“Stressful day, huh?” He asked. She nodded.
“The lawyer I'm working for is a complete scatter brain.” She complained. He laughed.
“What do you mean?” He asked. The bartender handed Eddie his drink. Eddie handed him a $20 bill.
“Keep the change.” He offered, starting to walk away. Jessie followed.
“He has no organization skills.” She continued. Eddie laughed, putting his hand on her shoulder.
“That's probably why he hired you.” He teased. She shook her head.
“He really makes my job more difficult.” She whined. He sat down at the booth by the stereo. She sat across from him, putting her drink down on the table.
“But you're good at what you do.” He assured her. She shrugged.
“I still hate my job.” She continued complaining.
“Lighten up.” He instructed, laughing.
“Eddie, please. You've known me for how many years? I'm uptight. It's just who I am.” She reminded him. He laughed, finishing what was left of his drink.
“Come on.” He coaxed, pretending to pout. She laughed.
“I'll try.” She moaned. He nodded, standing up.
“I'll be back.” He announced, heading to the bar. She laughed, watching him dance as he walked. She looked back at her drink. Eddie got back to the table with two glasses in his hand. He put the second one down in front of her. She shook her head.
“I'm not done my first drink.” She argued. He shrugged.
“You better finish it then.” He suggested, She laughed. Her drink was still more than half full. She shrugged, and slammed it back. She squinted. She wasn't entirely prepared for the strength.
“That a girl.” He cheered. She shook her head.
“You're trying to get me drunk.” She repeated. He shrugged again.
“I'm trying to make you enjoy yourself, actually.” He corrected. She laughed.
“It's the same thing, essentially.” She confessed. He laughed.
“In that case, drink up.” He encouraged. She laughed, shaking her head. He was a clown. A moment later a song came on that she recognized. That was a rarity since she spent all her time in an office.
“I love this song.” She commented. He nodded.
“Do you want to dance?” He asked. She shook her head rapidly.
“I hate dancing.” She replied casually. He grabbed her hand and dragged her onto the dance floor. She tried to pull away, but he pulled her tightly against him. She laughed, backing up.
“Eddie, you're too tall to dance with.” She commented. She was only 5'8” and she was in her tallest heels. Eddie was 6'3” or taller. He shook his head.
“No such thing. Everyone's the same height on the dance floor.” He argued. She laughed.
“I'm pretty sure that saying is everyone's the same height lying down.” She corrected.
“Is that some sort of hint?” He asked, smirking. She pretended to smile, then made a disgusted look.
“No amount of liquor in the world could get me that drunk.” She teased. He smiled.
“Sounds like a challenge.” He observed. She laughed, shaking her head. She turned around and walked back to the table. She grabbed her still full drink and slammed it back. Eddie walked up beside her.
“I'm thinking, shots.” He suggested. She nodded enthusiastically.
“Wait, is that excitement? Are you actually enjoying yourself?” He mocked.
“Shut up.” She dismissed, ignoring the question. He headed back to the bar. She went back on the dance floor. Eddie went back to the table with a tray of shots. She waved, but stayed dancing. When the song ended, she walked back to the table. She grabbed one of the shots. After downing it, she grabbed Eddie's shirt and pulled him into a passionate kiss.
“What was that for?” He asked as she sat down. She shrugged.
“It's just something I've been wanting to try.” She confessed. He slid into the seat beside her, sliding his arm around her shoulder. She nervously looked up at him.
“Anything else you want to try?” He coaxed. She bit the side of her lip.
“There is one thing.” She trailed. He moved closer to her.
“Oh yeah?” He questioned, leaning even closer. She nodded, smiling. She grabbed her first glass and splashed the now melted ice in his face. They both laughed as he moved back to his seat. He wiped the water off his face with the back of his arm.
“Well done.” He complimented. She smirked, then laughed.
“It's good to see you enjoying yourself, even if it is at my expense.” He added. She nodded.
“I figure one night of being a little, wild, won't hurt.” She observed. He nodded, grabbing one of the shot glasses off the table. He held it up. She grabbed another shot, tapping it to his.
“Here's to one night.” He toasted. She half smiled, slamming the now empty glass down on the table.
“Oh, that's fun!” He laughed.
“What?” She asked, also starting to laugh. He shook his head.
“I've never seen this, fun, side of you. I guess I'm having a little trouble believing my own eyes.” He explained. She shrugged, shaking her head.
“I want to dance.” She announced, standing up. He laughed, shaking his head. He stood up as well, holding out his hand. As they got to the dance floor, she started dancing intentionally bad. She expected it would embarrass him, but, he joined her. She stopped.
“You weren't supposed to do it too!” She scolded. He shrugged.
“It's called having fun.” He argued. She laughed, putting her hand over her face. He pulled her against him, forcing her to dance terribly with him.
“You're a freak!” She said giggling. He nodded.
“I thought you knew that.” He questioned. She shook her head.
“I knew you were different. I had no idea how much.” She insisted. He let go of her, and started thrusting the air. She walked off the dance floor with her hands in the air.
“I'm not drunk enough for that.” She commented. She dropped back down in her seat, laughing. She covered her face with her hands. Eddie fell over laughing as he got to the table.
“Don't challenge me. You will not win.” He calmly stated. She started at him blankly.
“I didn't challenge you.” She argued.
“You so did!” He insisted. She raised her eyebrow.
“This is an awkward challenge, isn't it?” She asked. He nodded as she contemplated the boundaries.
“You're so on.” She agreed a minute later. He laughed, shaking his head.
“Oh, that's priceless. No one can out awkward me, baby.” He insisted. She picked up the second last shot on the table. He picked up the last one.
“Challenge accepted.” She announced, tapping her glass on the table.
“Let's get this party started.” He suggested. She grabbed his hand and dragged him on to the dance floor. She tried to keep a straight face as he started grinding the air. She put her hand on his shirt, and pulled his body against her. He smiled, putting one of his hands on the back of her head. He grabbed a lock of her hair, and pushed her down his body. She ran herself against him as she came back up. He put his hands on her lower back and thrust himself against her. She put her hand on his belt line, and pulled him even closer. Her other hand ran up his chest. She wrapped it around his neck. The song wasn't finished, but they both stopped moving. She pulled him into a passionate kiss. She continued kissing him as her hands ran down his chest. He took her hands in his, slowly pulling his lips from hers. He kept her hands in his as he lead her back to the table. He leaned against the booth seat, and pulled her against him. He leaned down and kissed her slowly.
“You so won.” He muttered, sounding out of breath. She shook her head.
“Won what?” She questioned. He raised his eyebrow, laughing.
“What was all that?” He asked, half smiling. She shook her head again.
“I guess I got lost in the moment.” She confessed, looking down at the ground. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her to face him. He slowly kissed her.
“Is there something here, or, am I just hallucinating?” He asked softly. She again shook her head.
“I don't know.” She mumbled after a brief silence. He smiled.
“Is there any chance?” He asked. She half-laughed, grabbing his shirt and kissing him again.
“I don't know what's with you, but, damn, I'm digging it.” He whispered. She moved back slightly.
“I'm not myself tonight.” She mumbled. He kissed her again. She pulled back.
“What are you afraid of? It's just one night.” He coaxed, running his hand up her side. She shook her head, swallowing hard. He pulled her leg up, and kissed her. She attempted to pull away again.
“Fuck it.” She muttered kissing him again. He put his hand on her lower back.
“What do you say we get out of here?” He suggested. She nodded.
“My place is only a couple blocks away.” She volunteered. He smiled, leaning forward.
“Let's go.” He whispered, taking her hand. As they got outside, she called a taxi. As soon as she was off the phone, his lips assaulted hers. Her hands wandered back over his chest. It was less than a minute when she heard a honking from behind them. She turned around and the driver motioned for them to get in. Eddie opened the back door for her, climbing in after. He put one of his arms around her, and the other on her lap. She turned to face him, kissing him again. She heard the driver laugh. She felt like she was dreaming. She was aware of her surroundings, but everything felt surreal. They got to her apartment building a minute later. Eddie paid the driver, and she lead him up the stairs to her apartment.
“My room mates probably asleep, so.” She trailed. He pulled her into his arms, kissing the words from her mouth. She fumbled with the lock, putting one of her arms around his neck. He pushed her inside with his body, closing the door behind them. She continued kissing him as she dragged him into her bedroom. She pulled off his shirt, throwing it on the floor. He backed her towards the bed, slowly pushing her down with his body. She moaned loudly, pulling at his belt. He slowly climbed on top of her, running his hands up her sides. He ran his hands up her chest, pulling her shirt over her head. She pulled up on the bed. He moved with her, smiling deviously.
“There's something I need to tell you.” He started. She raised her eyebrow.
“Can it wait?” She asked, kissing him again. He sighed.
“No. I don't think it can.” He whispered pulling his lips from hers. He dropped down on the bed beside her. She rolled over and sat on top of him.
“I don't want, or need, the one night stand speech. Let's just have a good time.” She moaned.
“Jessie, I'm in love with you.” He whispered. She sat up, looking confused.
“What?” She questioned loudly. He also sat up, wrapping his arms around her. He softly kissed her.
“You don't have to lie to get me in bed. We're already here.” She joked. He half laughed.
“I'm not lying. I mean, I wish I was, but, I'm not.” He whispered, shaking his head slowly.
“You love me?” She repeated. He nodded.
“I never planned to tell you, but it's become consuming. I didn't know how you were going to react, so, I hoped the alcohol would make it easier.” He ranted. Jessie's door opened behind them.
“Jessie, I wanted to...” Samantha trailed off. Jessie turned around raising her eyebrow.
“Eddie?” Samantha questioned. He waved.
“Hi Samantha.” He greeted uncomfortably.
“You two know each other?” Jessie questioned. Eddie nodded dismissively.
“We dated.” Samantha clarified, realizing Eddie wasn't going to. Jessie dropped off Eddie's lap.
“What are you doing?” Samantha barked. Jessie put a pillow over her face.
“I'm sorry.” She muttered.
“I'm not talking to you.” Samantha kindly dismissed. She put one of her hands on her hip.
“I thought you said you couldn't stay in the country Eddie.” Samantha questioned. Eddie laughed.
“Right, that's what I told you. I have a hard time keeping track. At the end of the day, it's all the same to me anyway.” Eddie realized out loud. Samantha looked offended.
“Wow. And I thought you couldn't get any worse. Jesus, what do you gain from this? Does this like, get you off?” Samantha ranted. Eddie looked over at Jessie. As he did, she moved the pillow.
“Do you really want the truth, Samantha?” He asked, looking back at her. She nodded.
“I'm not trying to gain anything. I've been trying to loose something. Or, someone. But, I've realized, she's never going anywhere. She moved into my heart, and she's taken ownership of my soul.” He ranted, looking at Jessie. She rolled her eyes.
“You're such a loser. That's like, the cheesiest thing I've ever heard someone say.” She mumbled, covering her face again. Eddie shook his head, laughing.
“You don't believe that bullshit, do you?” Samantha yelled. Jessie sat up, laughing.
“Samantha, get out of my room, please.” She commanded. Samantha slammed the door as she left. She stomped down the hall, and after a pause, slammed the apartment door.
“I'm sorry.” She muttered. Eddie laughed.
“No, I'm sorry.” He apologized, standing up.
“What are you sorry about?” She asked.
“I just shouldn't be here.” He insisted. She bit her lip.
“Did you really mean what you said? I mean, do you really feel that way?” She asked softly. He sat back down beside her, putting one of his hands on her leg. He nodded slowly.
“I really do.” He whispered. She nodded, but didn't say anything. They were both quiet.
“I love you too, Edward.” She whispered. He raised his eyebrow and she shrugged.
“Really?” He questioned. She laughed, nodding.
“Always did.” She answered. He leaned forward, and pulled her into a kiss.
“Of all the answers, or reactions I ran through in my head, that wasn't one of them. That's the absolute last thing I'd thought you'd say.” He muttered. She shrugged.
“It's the truth.” She assured. He sat down beside her.
“Why didn't you tell me?” He asked softly. She shook her head.
“I guess I was just in denial. I knew how I felt, I mean, between the flirtatious nights, and obvious tension, I'd have been a fool to not realize. I just didn't see us as a thing, I guess.” She confessed. He put his hand on her cheek and slowly kissed her.
“So, what now?” He asked as their lips parted.
“What now?” She repeated, half laughing. They were both quiet.
“We can't just go back to the way things were.” She observed. He shook his head.
“It'll never be the same between us.” He added. She smiled, putting her hand on his.
“I don't want it to be the same.” She confessed. He smiled.
“Let's just see where this takes us.” He suggested. She nodded, putting her arms around his neck.

“Let's make this last more than one night.”


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