Blake
Nicole was basically inhaling the sausage croissant she decided to settle for. The entire menu was apparently calling her name as we were ordering. And although I offered to pay, she argued that she didn't wanna "owe" me anything if I did. That was just offensive.
What kind of man did she actually think I was?
I wondered if she saw me as a guy that all he wanted from the world was to climb on top of a girl and have my way with her. That whatever I did for them I needed sex in return. It felt awful thinking that that was the image I set out for the world to see me as.
This girl was setting me in my place without even trying, and I proved her right to an extent when that only made me want her more.
She was feisty, and determined to turn me down.
Unluckily for her though, I saw just how much she actually wanted me when she got drunk last night. Drunk words, sober thoughts; or however the saying went. She was all up on me like a clingy girlfriend. Sure, I didn't like clingy, but I liked the change. The switch from wanting nothing to do with me to making the first move.
If only I didn't have to push her away like I did.
My conscience remained clean, but my curiosity and desire only heightened. A desire I felt only she could satisfy at this point.
When I turned to look at her, she had one bite left of her sausage croissant, but she looked like she was close to puking it all back up. Her hand was over her mouth and her eyebrows were furrowed, her hand over the door handle, ready to open and run out if she needed to. I appreciated the fact that she was considering the clean interior of my car even as she felt sick.
With one swift look in my direction, she pushed the door open and ran into the building we were parked in front of. Chuckling, I stepped out of my car as well and locked it before following her inside. I watched as she ran in the direction one of the workers pointed her towards, waving at him while going after her.
We ended up inside a public restroom, and she wasted no time in bending over the toilet to throw up into the bowl. Her hair was all in her usual claw clip, but a few strands came loose and were hanging in front of her face. I stepped up to her and grabbed the pieces to keep them away from her vomit.
We were there for a solid ten minutes of her just bent over and me beside her before she gave me the thumbs up to let me know she was done. Straightening herself out, she let out a pained groan before making her way to the sink to rinse her mouth and wipe her face clean.
"Never let me drink that much ever again," she mumbled, looking at me through the mirror as she wiped a wet rag on her forehead.
I smiled at her. "Every single one of us that drunk say that more than once in our life. Trust me, no one can stop you once you've decided you want to get wasted."
"No, I actually mean it." She surprised me by coming over to me and dropping her forehead in my chest. "I never wanna feel like this again."
I didn't know if I was allowed to touch her, so I tested the waters by grabbing her shoulders. When she didn't shrug me off, I decided to rub her arms. She relaxed into me, giving me freedom to wrap my arms around her. Sighing, she pressed her whole front against me but kept her arms by her sides, breathing deeply when I started to play with her hair.
"I'm only allowing this because I genuinely feel so awful and I can't stand looking at this bright light." Her voice was a bit timid. "Once I leave this restroom I'm going back to avoiding you."
"I'm your ride."
She stayed quiet for a minute before shaking her head. "Okay, when we get back to our dorm I'll go back to ignoring you."
