obnoxiously.
Oh, shit—is she drunk?
I shoot Jeremiah a look to ask him what the hell he was thinking bringing her here like this.
He shrugs and mouths back, “Come on!”
“Blaine Blackstock.” Gwen looks up at me with a big and sloppy smile on her face. “Youuuuu...are an awful host! Why haven't you offered me a drink?”
One: you just got here.
Two: like you need any more to drink, sweetheart.
I frown. “What would you like, Gwen?”
She sits in a green lawn chair, crosses one leg over the other and calls Rex over to her side. He happily wags his tail and walks over to her, the limping almost gone.
“Gwen?” I repeat sharply.
“Oh, yes. Just a beer please,” She manages to speak without slurring, and I shoot Jer daggers with my eyes.
He follows me inside and as soon as the door closes behind him, I whip around. “Gwen? You really brought her here? And like that?” I point my finger out the door.
“Buddy, really? You like Gwen. What's the big deal?” he asks, and I realize he really doesn't see why I'm irritated.
“Jer, she's drunk. And it's only seven o'clock! Addison and her brother are coming.” I look over at the large clock on the wall. “And you better hope she doesn't make a fool out of herself.” I scold him like he's a child, and I instantly feel bad about it.
“Oh, well! Excuse me!” He puts his hands up defensively and then reaches to open the fridge door.
“I'm sorry, Jer. I really like this girl. I can't explain why. I'm just...” I trail off, not sure what exactly I am trying to say.
“I get it, Blaine. I do.” He smiles and pulls out a six-pack of beer cans. “She is sa-mokin' hot!”
I can't help but grin because of his expression—and also, I couldn't agree with him more. “Man, you have no idea.” I say, as I completely envision her naked body on top of mine, that wild red hair falling on my face and chest while she devours me.
He asks me what her story is, why she's in Wyoming and where she's staying. I tell him as much as she's told me, and that she plans on applying at the hospital for a nursing job. The thought makes me smile, and I wish she was here already.
Where is she anyway?
“We better get out to your...date.” I smirk, grabbing some bottles of water. He grabs the beer cans, and we head back outside.
Gwen's still sitting in the lawn chair; Rex is nowhere to be seen, and Toby Keith is playing loudly over the speakers. Gwen's singing to herself. She looks up happily at Jer and me, and I start to feel bad about reacting so poorly when she showed up.
“Here you go, missy!” he says and hands her a can of beer.
“Thank you, kind sir!” She nods her head at him and giggles as she cracks the seam of the can, beer spills out. She sucks the foam up quickly.
I pull my phone out of my pocket—no messages. Where is she? I send her a text. Hey you, just wondering when I'm going to get to see your beautiful face again :)
I hit send. Two, three, four, 10 minutes go by and still no response. Should I start to worry? I don't know how to go about these things. I don't know her brother's number, so it's not like I can text him. Wouldn't that be weird anyway?
An hour goes by since my text, and between Gwen, Jer and
Oh, shit—is she drunk?
I shoot Jeremiah a look to ask him what the hell he was thinking bringing her here like this.
He shrugs and mouths back, “Come on!”
“Blaine Blackstock.” Gwen looks up at me with a big and sloppy smile on her face. “Youuuuu...are an awful host! Why haven't you offered me a drink?”
One: you just got here.
Two: like you need any more to drink, sweetheart.
I frown. “What would you like, Gwen?”
She sits in a green lawn chair, crosses one leg over the other and calls Rex over to her side. He happily wags his tail and walks over to her, the limping almost gone.
“Gwen?” I repeat sharply.
“Oh, yes. Just a beer please,” She manages to speak without slurring, and I shoot Jer daggers with my eyes.
He follows me inside and as soon as the door closes behind him, I whip around. “Gwen? You really brought her here? And like that?” I point my finger out the door.
“Buddy, really? You like Gwen. What's the big deal?” he asks, and I realize he really doesn't see why I'm irritated.
“Jer, she's drunk. And it's only seven o'clock! Addison and her brother are coming.” I look over at the large clock on the wall. “And you better hope she doesn't make a fool out of herself.” I scold him like he's a child, and I instantly feel bad about it.
“Oh, well! Excuse me!” He puts his hands up defensively and then reaches to open the fridge door.
“I'm sorry, Jer. I really like this girl. I can't explain why. I'm just...” I trail off, not sure what exactly I am trying to say.
“I get it, Blaine. I do.” He smiles and pulls out a six-pack of beer cans. “She is sa-mokin' hot!”
I can't help but grin because of his expression—and also, I couldn't agree with him more. “Man, you have no idea.” I say, as I completely envision her naked body on top of mine, that wild red hair falling on my face and chest while she devours me.
He asks me what her story is, why she's in Wyoming and where she's staying. I tell him as much as she's told me, and that she plans on applying at the hospital for a nursing job. The thought makes me smile, and I wish she was here already.
Where is she anyway?
“We better get out to your...date.” I smirk, grabbing some bottles of water. He grabs the beer cans, and we head back outside.
Gwen's still sitting in the lawn chair; Rex is nowhere to be seen, and Toby Keith is playing loudly over the speakers. Gwen's singing to herself. She looks up happily at Jer and me, and I start to feel bad about reacting so poorly when she showed up.
“Here you go, missy!” he says and hands her a can of beer.
“Thank you, kind sir!” She nods her head at him and giggles as she cracks the seam of the can, beer spills out. She sucks the foam up quickly.
I pull my phone out of my pocket—no messages. Where is she? I send her a text. Hey you, just wondering when I'm going to get to see your beautiful face again :)
I hit send. Two, three, four, 10 minutes go by and still no response. Should I start to worry? I don't know how to go about these things. I don't know her brother's number, so it's not like I can text him. Wouldn't that be weird anyway?
An hour goes by since my text, and between Gwen, Jer and
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