Tuesday Tales Suddenly
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
And, just
like that, suddenly I forgot he even existed.
His eyes met
mine, when he reached out his hand to steady my feet. “Whoa, are you okay?”
I’d never
seen a man try to hide a smile by drawing his bottom lip between his teeth.
“I’ll be
fine, just, you know, I tripped on something.” My head spun from that last shot
of green apple vodka. What in the name of everything holy did I freaking think
green apple vodka was a good idea. When was green apple vodka ever a good idea?
“It’s a flat
floor, darlin’. I promise I didn’t stick my boot out and trip you.”
Ah, he
offered an out. “Oh, but, I think, I think you did.” Attempting to stand up
straight, exuding a defensive stance felt too damn wobbly. I could only hope I looked
serious.
“Do you want
me to walk you to a chair? Maybe buy you a beer, or even better, some water?”
he leaned down a little bit, getting slightly closer to my level of sight.
“Um, no, no,
no beer.” My stomach lurched. I clenched my teeth, holding back the flood of
cheap booze.
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