Colin: You should come over, I'll make you dinner
It was exactly three Friday's since I'd last seen him. I felt like it had been too long and not long enough. The part of me that hurt knew that staying home was the best bet. While the side of me who hadn't received rides home from knights in shining armour, random unexpected gifts, or letters from mysterious men was lonely. So very, ridiculously lonely.
I didn't answer, me and my bottle and a half of wine just showed up at his door twenty minutes later. I'd given myself enough time to brush my hair, touch up my make up and put on another dress no other man had seen.
He didn't smile when he saw me, what I got was so much better. The look that burst to life in his grey eyes when he saw my flowy sapphire blue dress with it's satin slip and sheer fabric overlay, threatened to light me on fire. His breathing was carefully controlled, each inhale measured.
"Whose dress is that?" He asked the question before I even stepped in the door.
"Well," I put the hand with the full bottle of wine on my hip and said, "I bought it after Calum and I've only had one date since then."
"It's my dress." His eyes scraped down my body and desire flooded every pore in my body. I was playing with fire. "You've had two dates" He made a point of reminding me. "You had two dates that night."
I held up the half empty bottle of wine and said, "Are you going to invite me in and offer me a glass or am I finishing this here?"
His mouth bent up into a half smile and he stepped back. "Come in, get me drunk, and have your wicked way with me."
I hesitated and me and my partially drunk self shocked us both when I said, "What if I just wanted to fall asleep with my head on your shoulder?"
"That we can do," he said. "Come on Allie, come get me drunk."
Turns out he had a bottle of wine too, that and a couple of coolers and we were lucky I got as far as his bed, let alone home. Colin tossed me one of his shirts and told me to change and I shocked the hell out of him when I asked him to undo the zipper and slid that and my bra off right in front of him. I tried to drag him into bed but he shook his head.
"No baby, I need a shower." He pried my fingers off his shirt and backed his way into the bathroom.
"You can't possibly smell that bad," my drunk self said. Flopping backwards I let my hands fall up above my head and Colin groaned.
"If you're spending the night in my bed dressed like that I need a cold shower or being a gentleman is going to be too hard."
That pulled me out of my drunken haze a little. "Thank you," I said, "that means a lot."
"Don't go anywhere." I watched him undo his buttons as he stepped around the corner. Less than ten minutes later he was cold and damp crawling into bed beside me. "Still with me?"
"Barely." My smile bled into my voice. "You took forever."
"Sorry baby, the image of you stripping down to next to nothing is permanently burned in my brain. That's more than a guy can handle." He pulled me in so I was lying up against his side and pulled my hand up over his heart.
"Should I go?" My question was a whisper on the air between us and as soon as I said it, Colin was shaking his head.
"Please stay. It's been a long time since I shared a bed with someone. I want this." Colin kissed the top of my head. "I want this with you Allie."
I fell asleep wrapped around him feeling better than I had in ages and woke up feeling worse than ever.
"Allie, wake up." The frantic tone in Colin's voice had me sitting up immediately. "You have to go."
"What?!?" There was no processing that this early in the morning. "Are you serious?"
"Calum's coming, he'll ring the buzzer any minute, you have to get dressed." He was tossing my bra and dress to me then he picked up my shoes and motioned for me to hurry.
I didn't say a word, I was too mad, too hurt. Instead I got dressed grabbed my shoes and walked to the door. He tried to stop me and pull me in for a kiss but I put up a hand to stop him
