Free How to Liv by Megan Keith Page B

the best singing voice, but I was still a little drunk so I didn’t care.  Soon enough Joel turned the volume back up and was joining in.  He looked in my direction as often as he could while driving the car.  My eyes never left him.  Smiles embellished both of our faces.  At some point during the song we started singing louder and louder, as if we were trying to outdo each other.  By the time the song ended, my throat was beginning to hurt from screaming out the words.  It was the most fun I’d had in ages and the laughter that followed had my cheeks hurting from the strain.
    Before I knew it, Joel was pulling into my driveway.
    “Thanks for driving me home,” I said, unlocking my front door.  Joel handed me my flowers and I put them down on the table just inside the door, before taking a couple of steps back towards him.
    “Anytime.”   He took a tentative step my way.  His arms circled my waist, drawing me close.  He ducked his head a little.  “Hey, don’t you mean spanks?”
    “You’re right, spanks.”  I chuckled as I looked up at him. 
    His eyes sparkled with humour and his lips curved into a smile.  He was so damn handsome I felt butterflies in my stomach just looking at him.  I don’t remember the last time I felt this way.
    I may have been a little drunk but that did not stop me from feeling completely safe and incredibly horny in his arms.  It was a really nice feeling, horniness, a feeling that had long been missing from my life.  As much as I wanted to drag him inside, and into my bed, I couldn’t do it.  It had been so long since I’d had sex - I didn’t want to break my dry spell while I was half-drunk.  If this guy was going to take me, I’d want to remember every single moment.
    I think Joel realised how intoxicated I was too, he wasn’t about to push the issue, he was a true gentleman after all.  ‘Spank you for sleeping with me’… well maybe not.
    He leant forward, his face closing in on mine.  My fingers clenched his shirt above his hips as anticipation overtook my senses.  When our lips met I felt a spark of arousal but he pulled away all too soon.  The kiss he gave me was nothing more than a chaste peck really, but still enough for me to want more.  We broke apart instead.
    “Well, good night, then.”  I smiled at him.
    “Good night, Liv.  I’ll see you about midday tomorrow.”

 
     
    I crashed as soon as my head hit the pillow and awoke with a fright the next morning.  I moved sluggishly from my bed, concerned that I would have a terrible hangover.  I walked slowly to the bathroom, waiting for it to kick in and was really happy that it didn’t.  I felt perfectly fine.  After using the toilet I opened the door and bumped into a hard bare chest.   Looking up I found a man that I had never seen before.  He had a warm and gentle smile.
    “Morning,” he murmured, manoeuvring past me into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
    Most people would scream at a stranger in their house, but one walking casually around my place, in a pair of boxers only meant one thing - Ally picked up last night.  I wonder what happened to Daniel.
    I made my way to the kitchen to pour myself a huge glass of orange juice and downed it within seconds.  I poured myself a second and sat at the breakfast bar, gazing out the window into my tiny, neglected courtyard.  The sun was already blazing through the kitchen window.  It was going to be another hot day, apparently about thirty-four degrees, if you trusted the weather app on my phone.  It was already warming up my house before ten o’clock in the morning, so maybe it was right.
    My eyes drifted down to the broken floor tile in front of the oven.  It had been like that since I’d moved in six years ago.  I’d never got around to replacing it because I hated the ugly brown tiles and was planning to get rid of the whole lot one day.  I’d been saying that since the day I moved in.  Just like I was