You Want Me

Amaya

I brushed through the door and tried to push the remnants of the day to the back of my mind. But they were still fuming there right at the front, fizzing and filling my head.

“Oh, thank fuck,” I murmured when I saw the beer sitting out on the table alongside a giant pizza. It smelled so good, it was all I could do not to dive into it headfirst. Kristo emerged from the kitchen right as I grabbed a bottle for myself, and I nearly downed the whole thing in one gulp.

“Hey, hey.” He came to me and touched me on the arm. “Drinking too much was what got us into this mess in the first place, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember,” I replied and put the bottle down. “Well, actually, I don’t. That’s kind of the problem.”

“Oh, that’s a problem, huh?” he remarked, grinning. I took another sip of my beer, and he cracked a bottle open too. I could still feel the warmth and weight of his hand on my skin, and I let my mouth glide over the top of the beer bottle. If anything was going to get my mind off