The Absence of Olivia(38)
I walked out to her kitchen, finding the drawer I knew they kept their medicine in, and opened the Advil. As I was filling a glass from the faucet, I heard the front door open and then watched as Elliot and Devon came inside. Only, in exact opposition to me helping Olivia home, Elliot had his drunken arm draped over Devon’s shoulders.
“Evie!” Elliot yelled, removing his arm from around Devon, and nearly falling forward to get to me. I put the glass down before he made contact, but was promptly wrapped up in his arms, being held close to him, smelling the alcohol wafting off his skin. His hands wandered, smoothing down my back to cup my ass, at which point I felt his scruffy face against the skin of my neck. “Damn, Evie. You’re hot.” He continued to paw at me, but I managed to push him far enough away so that his hands were only able to reach my shoulders.
“Babe, you’re drunk,” I said with a laugh. “This was Devon’s night. You were supposed to let him get hammered. Some best man you are.”
His eyes narrowed a little. “Devon doesn’t mind.”
My eyes found Devon standing by the dining room table, hands in his pockets, just watching us. His eyes were on Elliot and he didn’t look completely happy with the situation.
“Olivia is in the bathroom. She’s pretty wasted too. I was going to bring her some water and Advil.” My eyes darted to the cup and pills on the counter.
He nodded, took the pills and water, and then walked toward the bedroom.
I moved my hands from Elliot’s shoulders up to cup his cheeks. His eyes were glassy, hooded by his eyelids that looked like they weighed a million pounds. “Are you ready to go home?”
“Unless you had other plans,” he replied, his tone not particularly friendly.
I tilted my head to the side, unsure of where he was trying to take the conversation. “I’ve got no plans. I’m here. You’re here. I’m sober. Let’s get you home.”
“If we lived together, you’d only have to go to one place,” he slurred, turning from me once the words had left his mouth. I felt the verbal punch to my gut, but tried not to react immediately. He was drunk, after all.
“Well, I was planning on staying with you, so I’d only have one stop anyway. Unless you had other plans…” I couldn’t hold back the snark as I threw his own words back at him.
“Why are you always pushing me away when he’s around?”
I let out an exasperated sigh. “I push you away when you’re being inappropriate.”
“I’m not allowed to touch you? You’re my girlfriend. For two years.”
“Being my boyfriend doesn’t give you the right to put your hands on me whenever you’d like. Come on,” I said, my voice becoming a little softer. “Let’s just get you home.”
His hands reached out for me again, but this time they ended up on my hips so I didn’t move them. I just looked him in the eye. “Will you still stay with me? I didn’t mean to upset you.”
He sounded sincerely sorry, and I knew he’d probably pass out in the car on the way to his apartment anyway. “Yeah, I’ll stay. Come on, let’s go.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the door. I stopped at the door and called out softly, “Bye guys, we’re headed home.” I didn’t get a response, but figured Devon had his hands full with Liv.
We made it all the way to my car before I realized I’d left my purse behind. I leaned him up against my car. “I’ll be right back, I left the keys inside.” He grumbled but didn’t argue, so I ran back to the apartment as fast as I could in my stupid heels.
I inched the door open, not wanting to alarm anyone, and saw my purse on the dining table. I tried to tiptoe through the apartment, but nearly screamed when Devon walked out of his bedroom, startling me. I jumped, but managed to keep quiet. When my brain registered that Devon was only wearing a pair of cotton lounge pants, I kept my hand over my mouth, but for an entirely different reason. I was no longer trying to stifle a scream, I was attempting to hide that my mouth was gaping open at the sight of his naked, chiseled, glorious chest. I’d seen it before – the first time we’d met, for one – but usually there were other people around. We were at the lake, for example, and everyone was showing skin. But I had never seen Devon in an intimate way, never seen him only visible by the dim light coming from the bathroom, wearing the very thing I imagined he would go to bed in, looking at me like if I didn’t leave, didn’t get out of his reach, he might devour me.
I slipped past him, grabbed my purse, and left without a word. Lord knew, if either one of us spoke right then, our worlds might come crumbling down.
When I’d gotten Elliot safely into his apartment, I finally reached down to take off my godforsaken heels. He wandered drunkenly through his apartment and into the bedroom. I sighed, still reeling from the tense interaction I’d had with Devon, wanting desperately to just fall asleep and start a new day with a clean slate. Suddenly, I heard Elliot’s voice, deep, gravelly, and drunk, ring out through his apartment.
“You’d tell me if you’d fallen out of love with me, right?”
My heart lurched at his question, ached inside my chest. He was drunk, but I knew he was asking me a serious question. The truth was I wasn’t in love with Elliot. I loved him, in the way one would love a wonderful guy after dating him for two years. But I’d never been in love with him. I didn’t know if it was something I was capable of with Elliot. I loved him. I cared about him. I didn’t regret being with him.