Page 95 of Blue

Her stomach gurgled, and another small burp erupted. This one threatened to be more, but luckily, she kept it down. It made her throat burn.

She wasn’t in the right state of mind to be intimate. Drunken decisions had already proven to be bad ones. Shuddering at the memory of her time in the jail cell, she shook her head. Concussed drunken decisions would only be worse.

It was quieter in the restroom, but that wouldn’t exactly send the right message. Taking a guy to the bathroom to talk? Yeah, speaking wasn’t what people did when they went to the bathroom in pairs.

Didn’t she just go over this? No sexy time.

Bad brain—she admonished herself.

Outside. It was the only option.

Making an about face, Blue nearly collided with Mooky when she’d made the decision. Dipping her chin down, she pointed toward the front door of the clubhouse.

With furrowed brows, he peered at her as she marched away.

The cool air slapped her in the face like a wet fish. Her stomach rolled in protest. A night spent consuming various alcoholic beverages left her feeling humid, which was a stark contrast to the evening.

For half a second, Blue thought it might be enough to sober her. Then, the parking lot tilted to the left, testing her balance.

Yep, definitely still intoxicated.

Mooky reached for her.

“You okay?” he asked as he caught her.

Giving him her best smile, she lifted a shoulder. “I think,” she began as a burp interrupted her.

Startled but thankful it was only a burp, she tried again.

“I think I may have had one too many blue drinks.”

With a sigh, he nodded and looped an arm around her waist. He slung the other around her shoulder. “We may have to talk tomorrow then.”

“Oh, no, you don’t,” she protested and shoved him away.

“You can’t walk,” he said. “What’s your next move?”

She didn’t have one. He wasn’t a part of her plan. “You realize, by showing up, you threw a monkey wrench into my night. I was supposed to go home with Sarah.”

“And now?” he pressed.

Now she didn’twantto go home with Sarah. Sheshouldgo to her apartment with her friend, but he tempted her. She’d missed him, and he smelled too fucking good.

“What did you want to talk about?” she demanded incredulously.

“I don’t think it’s the right time,” he said with regret in his voice.

“The story of our relationship,” she mused with a giggle. “We are never the right time. We didn’t meet at theright time. We didn’t get involved at theright time. We didn’t start to love each other at theright time. And now here we are.”

She turned, pressing her chest against his, and lifted her index finger near his face.

“At. The. Wrong. Time. Again.” She booped his nose with each word.

His hand returned to her waist, supporting her as his eyes closed. He inhaled deeply, and she watched the strain in his features lit by the spotlights hung on the clubhouse. His jaw ticked before he opened them again and met her gaze.

“I just want it to be perfect.”

Rolling her eyes, Blue threw her head back dramatically. “Perfect isn’t for us. Haven’t you learned that? We just get the wrong. Ourtimeis wrong.”

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