He stared at the phone in his hand
as it buzzed, watching her name light up the screen. If he waited long enough
it would stop, but it seemed like each time she called the phone would ring for
longer and longer. He picked up finally on what felt like the ninth ring. He
sighed, “Mackenzie.”
He
heard the smirk in her voice “Hey baby. I need you.” He looked over at the
clock on his bedside table. Three AM. He paused for a moment. “I don’t think
it’s a good time right now.” Her voice turned from a smirk to a pout. “Aw, come
on. You don’t mean that.” He did. But that didn’t mean he would stick to it. He
sat up in bed and ruffled a hand through his hair. “Where are you?” He heard a
laugh and then a knock at the door. Of course.
He
stood up, briefly pausing in front of the mirror, but she wouldn’t care much
what he looked like. It would change nothing. He opened the door and found her
smirk waiting for him. She was a mess. Her long blonde hair was sticking up in
several directions. Her mascara had run under her eyes, making her look like
she hadn’t slept in months. “What took you so long?” she said putting a hand on
his bare chest and pushing him back into his apartment. She backed up to lock
the door behind her, her eyes never leaving his.
He could smell the alcohol as she
got closer to him again. “You’re drunk.” “That’s why I called you.” He raised
an eyebrow at her candor. “I can’t keep doing this Mack—“ She brought her lips
to meet his and let out a soft shhhh.
She looked at him. “You wouldn’t want me doing anything stupid when I’m drunk,
would you?”
He felt like he was being torn
apart. Watching her like this, every time she called. Every time she came.
Trying to feel close to her was like hitting his head against a wall over and
over again. But for some reason, every time that wall showed up again, banging
his head against it seemed like the only option.
“Can I get you some coffee?” he
tried. She smiled and tugged his arm toward the bedroom, stumbling somewhat.
“That’s not what I want.” “You’re too drunk right now Mackenzie,” he said his
voice slightly raised. She became suddenly serious, staring him right in the
eyes. She brought him close and kissed him forcefully. He put his hands on her
upper arms and pushed her away, holding her at arms length. A tear fell,
dragging her makeup down her cheek. “Come on baby,” she said, reaching for his
waist. “I love you. I need you.”
He loosened his grip and was
struck, not for the first time, by her careless words. He stood stoic in the
center of the room. She took a step back toward him and kissed his shoulder.
“Please.” She said, kissing her way toward his neck. He didn’t have the
strength to stop her. “Please. I love you baby.” He couldn’t take it anymore.
He lifted a hand to her cheek and brought her mouth to his. She jumped into his
arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and he led them both to the bedroom.
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