Love – Chapter 3

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Here is chapter three of Love. Enjoy! 🙂

Sophia and Layla walked into Macy’s at the mall and started to look around.

“Sophia, I know you’ve been thinking about Patrick today, so I hope you don’t take this the wrong way.”

Sophia glanced at Layla as she slowly cleared her throat. “If you love him like you say you do, why don’t you try and work things out with him? I know Patrick said it was because of James, but Natalie was also responsible for the incident. She basically tried to break you two up.”

“Well, she got her wish; she can have him if she wants.”

“You don’t mean that. Patrick is your first love. You two are meant for each other. Besides, Natalie is and will always be a stank. I knew that girl was trouble from the beginning.”

“Layla, stop.”

“I’m just telling the truth. Anyway, if you want things to work out with Patrick, I suggest you call him and talk things out.”

Sophia sighed. “I would, but I’m not. I haven’t done anything wrong for us to break up. Patrick should know that I wouldn’t cheat on him; especially not with James.”

“You’re telling me when James came back into the picture, you never thought about dropping Patrick to be with him?”

“No, because with Patrick I found true love.”

“So, should it matter who was right or wrong with the argument? If you two love each other, then you should be able to find your way back to each other, right?”

Sophia looked at Layla and smiled. “You’re right, but I’m not calling him.”

“Fine, but I just don’t want you moping around the entire day. Why don’t you put your mind off of Patrick and shop? I see a shirt with your name on it.”

Sophia shrugged. “Fine, let’s go.”

The two walked towards the junior’s department to look around….

 

September 4, 2011

Sophia walked into the student lounge and saw Patrick sitting outside on the patio. She slowly walked up to him and gently touched his shoulder. He looked up and smiled.

“Hey. Are you feeling better today?”

“Yeah. I got your messages. Sorry, I didn’t call you back.”

“It’s cool, but, why didn’t you?”

Sophia sighed. “I was scared. Patrick, I made an ass out of myself on our first date. I got drunk and puked on you. I was surprised that you even called me again.”

Patrick smiled. “I wanted to check to see if you were okay. Just because all of that happened doesn’t mean I’m not going to stop talking to you. Sophia, you are a great girl and what happened isn’t going to change how I feel about you. Hell, shit happens.”

Sophia gave a strange glance. “So, you’re not mad?”

“Why should I be? That was another reason why I was calling; I was hoping we could go out again this weekend.”

Sophia started to laugh. “Patrick Baker, either you must really like me or you’re just plain weird.”

Patrick took Sophia’s hand and kissed it. “I guess what you’re saying is true. So, do you want to go out with me again, Miss Davis?”

“I would like that.”

The two stared at each other and smiled….

 

Sophia looked at a shirt that Layla held up.

“You like it?” she asked.

Sophia smiled. “Yeah, I do.”

 

***

Patrick walked into the mall entrance. He needed to do something instead of sitting at home watching TV.

And to get my mind off of Sophia.

He took a walk around the mall, glancing at the different stores, until he stopped at the toy store. He went inside to look around.

To be honest, I don’t even know why we broke up. He thought as he looked at some action figures. Everything was perfect between us. I miss her so much.

He walked over to the stuffed animals section. He immediately noticed one and picked it up.

This is the bear I gave Sophia the night I told her I loved her. That’s the night that I would never forget….

 

January 14, 2012

“You’re having fun tonight?” Patrick asked Sophia. The two were walking hand in hand in the park.

Sophia smiled. “I’m having a great time.”

Patrick smiled. “I’m glad to hear that.”

The two stopped at a bench and sat down. The two watched the moon reflecting off the lake in front of them.

“This is the perfect night. The atmosphere is romantic, and I’m with a wonderful guy. I couldn’t had asked for anything more.”

Patrick gave a sexy glance. “You’re sure about that?”

Sophia raised her eyebrow. “What are you up to?”

“Wait right here and you’ll find out.” He said. He quickly got up and went towards his car. He came back with a gift bag.

“Patrick, you really didn’t have to buy me anything.”

“Just open it. I promise you’ll love it.”

Sophia looked inside the bag and slowly pulled out her gift. It was a white teddy bear dressed in a blue tux with a blue hat. She immediately smiled.

“This is really nice. Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I feel really bad because I haven’t bought you anything, or…”

“Don’t worry about that. You don’t have to buy me anything. Just keep being around me and enjoying my company.”

Sophia smiled. “That’s not too hard to do.”

She reached over and kissed Patrick. They deepened the kiss, as Sophia pulled Patrick closer to her. As soon as they pulled away, Patrick took a deep breath.

“Sophia, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Sophia gave a concerned look. “What is it?”

 Patrick gave her a serious look as he put her hands into his. “Baby, we have been together for four months and I feel like I’ve known you for years.”

Sophia smiled. “I feel the same way.”

“Let me finish. Sophia, I love you.”

Sophia was speechless as Patrick caressed her hands. “Are you okay?”

Sophia let go of Patrick and got up. She walked over to the swings as Patrick followed her.

“If I said it too soon then I apologize, but Sophia, I’m not going to hide my feelings for you. I’m so comfortable around you and even though we’ve known each other for a short while, I feel as if we’re one.”

Sophia turned around to stare at Patrick. “How do you know if it’s love? Don’t you think four months is too soon to tell?”

“No, it’s not. I know you feel the same way. I can tell by the look in your eyes.”

A tear rolled down Sophia’s cheek as she ran a hand through her hair. Patrick stepped to her and wiped her tear away. “Why are you crying, baby?”

Sophia gave a tiny smile. “All of my life I wanted to hear those words from the guy that I loved. When I heard those words for the first time from my first boyfriend, I felt like the most special girl in the world. But you know what he’d done to me? He cheated on me. Another guy said it to me too, and he left me. So how do I know you’re not going to be any different from them?”

“Sophia, I’m sorry for what those guys had done to you, but I’m not them. Baby, you have to believe me when I say I love you. I would never hurt you.”

“How do I know that?”

“Just trust me. Life is all about taking risks, and this time is no different. I’m asking you to take a chance with me. Forget about all of the guys that have hurt you. Those guys didn’t know what they had in you; but I know and I damn know that I wouldn’t want you to slip away.”

Sophia put a hand on Patrick’s cheek. He put her in his arms as she took a deep breath.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too…”

 

Patrick looked at the bear one last time before putting it back on the rack.

“I meant what I said, Sophia. I’m not letting you go.”

 

Cover Reveal- Disasters In Dating by Danielle Allen

Dating is hard.
Dating online is hard.
Dating online in your thirties is hard.
Dating online in your thirties after being in a ten-year relationship is hard.
What’s not hard?
Meeting men who aren’t really single.
Having your time wasted.
Receiving unsolicited pictures of genitalia.
Said genitalia.
When did dating become so complicated?
I just want to find a nice, good looking man who replies to my entire text message and doesn’t text me “WYD” every hour. I just want to find a fun loving, intelligent man who doesn’t have a Master’s Degree in Cheating, Shenanigans and Tomfoolery and isn’t fluent in lies. I just want to find a man who is actually the height he listed in his dating profile.
I jumped back into the dating scene with tempered expectations. I didn’t think all the men I would meet were going to be amazing, but I didn’t think so many of them were going to be disasters.

 

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Blog Tour- Naked by Alexandra Christian

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Title: Naked

Author: Alexandra Christian

Series: The Phoenix Rising Series

Genre: Fantasy, Dystopian and Paranormal

Release Date: April 13, 2017

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Librarian at one of Earth’s last paper libraries, Phoebe Addison is about to have a romantic and interplanetary adventure wilder than anything she’s ever read.
OUT OF THE STACKS
Librarian Phoebe Addison has lived her entire life within a seventy-five mile radius of her small Louisiana town, but when she receives a strange medallion from her adventurous, off-world sister, reality tilts toward the bizarre. Everything Phoe thought she knew is…well, wrong. Dead wrong. But bone-numbing fear has no place in this brave new world—nor by the side of the dangerous, exquisite man who saves her life.
…AND INTO THE FIRE
Following the tragic slaughter of his family, operative Macijah “Cage” St. John understands evil in a way no man ever should. He traded happiness for a magnificent and terrible power, and fate isn’t done with him yet. He wasn’t looking for comfort. He didn’t need tenderness. But today he’ll play hero to a damsel in distress, and his quest will deliver him to the uncanny Martian colony of New London—and his heart to the demure Phoebe Addison. The bookish beauty’s hidden talents and deep abiding love just might save Cage from himself.
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Phoebe could tell he wanted to say more but wouldn’t. She held his gaze, but he looked away, as if he were hiding a weakness he couldn’t stand for her to see.
“What are you talking about?” she said. “Help me understand.”
“I can’t,” he said, pulling back and shaking his head as if to clear it. “I won’t.”
“But why?”
He rolled back on his heels and stood quickly, and in an uncharacteristically clumsy movement, his shoulder brushed against the bedside table and nearly toppled the glass of tea.
“Just leave it alone, Phoe. My demons are my own.” The weakness was gone, and now that hard-edged, barely contained anger had returned.
She knew if she pressed him he would lash out. She was starting to understand, to be able to read his moods that had seemed so random and mysterious when they’d first met. There was a scab, healed over, but beneath the surface it still burned in his soul.
“Rest up,” he said, turning to walk away. “We’ll leave at sunset. Sadie has a car.”
Swallowing her nausea, Phoe threw back the blanket and stumbled out of the bed toward him. “Wait. Cage.”
He stopped but didn’t turn. “Look, I don’t know what’s happened in your past, but we all have demons. Some of us more than most. I get it.” She laid a hand on his shoulder, feeling the quiver of muscles pulled tight. The sensation of gentle touch had evidently become foreign. His head turned, staring down at where her fingertips rested against him. Such a profile, his eyes gazing downward and the faint glisten of a single tear resting just under his eyelashes. “You can trust me.”
“I do trust you, Phoe.”
She slid her arm along his shoulder, and he turned, enveloping her in a gentle embrace. He brushed a hand over her brow, smoothing back the stray locks that fell around her face. Being so close to him, she felt small and skittish. If he loosened his grasp even a little, she feared she would retreat.
He took her hand, bringing it to his lips then pressing her palm against his cheek. Instantly his body relaxed, as if her touch were some sort of calming drug. Phoebe could actually feel the tension melting from his muscles.
His eyes were full of fire and his breathing labored. Phoe couldn’t believe that it was her doing this to him. That all of this was for her.
“I don’t trust me,” he muttered in a low growl.
She was mesmerized by the curves of his lips as he spoke, and without even realizing, she’d moved closer. Only a breath between them, and then their lips touched.
At first he kissed her lightly, but when her tongue slid across the seam of his lips, he became insistent. His sumptuous mouth caressed her lower lip and it made her bold. Instinct kicked in and she kissed him back with equal intensity. Cage stole her breath and then offered his own. His arms tightened around her waist as he pulled her in against him, his hands rested on her hips as their kiss deepened.
Alexandra Christian is an author of mostly romance with a speculative slant. Her love of Stephen King and sweet tea has flavored her fiction with a Southern Gothic sensibility that reeks of Spanish moss and deep fried eccentricity. As one-half of the writing team at Little Red Hen Romance, she’s committed to bringing exciting stories and sapiosexual love monkeys to intelligent readers everywhere. Lexx also likes to keep her fingers in lots of different pies having written everything from sci-fi and horror to Sherlock Holmes adventures. Her alter-ego, A.C. Thompson, is also the editor of the highly successful Improbable Adventures of Sherlock Holmes series of anthologies.
A self-proclaimed “Southern Belle from Hell,” Lexx is a native South Carolinian who lives with an epileptic wiener dog, and her husband, author Tally Johnson. Her long-term aspirations are to one day be a best-selling authoress and part-time pinup girl. Questions, comments and complaints are most welcome at her website: http://lexxxchristian.wixsite.com/alexandrachristian.

Available For Pre-order !!!

Hi everyone!! Just Right, the novella from the Something Just Ain’t Right series, is now available for pre-order! Catch up with Hayley and Morgan as they try to adjust to their normal lives, but things will quickly change when an old nemesis comes back into their lives.

Just Right

What happens when the chaos ends and their normal life begins?

It has been three years since Hayley and Morgan Carter experienced the turmoil caused by Morgan’s family. Now that the threats, kidnappings, and shootings are behind them, the two can now live a normal life with their two-year-old son, Morgan Jr. While Hayley is living her dream as an event coordinator for a high-profiled company, Morgan decided to go into law enforcement and become a detective. With their lives slowly falling into place, the two will soon find out that things are not what they seem.
As the two receive some surprising news from a former nemesis, they must decide what is best to protect themselves and their loved ones. Will the two result back to their former lives to keep their happily ever after, or will it be too late?

The official release date is set for August 9th!

Blog Tour- Negotiating Her Release by Becca A. Miles

 

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Title: Negotiating Her Release

Author: Becca A . Miles

Genre: Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance

Release Date: May 2, 2017

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The last thing hostage negotiator Ashe MacAvoy expected was to need a rescue herself, but it’s a game-changer when Detective Chase Weber offers his protection—and his bed.
UPPING THE STAKES
Ashe MacAvoy is Wilmington PD’s chief hostage negotiator. Using her infamous grace under fire, and the expertise of Detective Chase Weber, she frees a roomful of innocents from three armed captors. But the guy pulling the strings is still out there, and Ashe’s life is in danger. Chase wants to protect her. Can he also shield her from the broken heart at the end of this adrenaline-filled attraction?
Detective Chase Weber doesn’t mix business with pleasure. Well, not anymore. He’s learned his lesson and is happy with the world back on track. Enter Ashe MacAvoy, whose life he’s saved twice in less than twelve hours. Somehow he’s become her guardian angel—a role that’s giving him a devil of a time. She’s a pain in his ass…and a need in his heart. So maybe having the world upended isn’t such a bad thing after all.
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Chase pulled into Ashe’s driveway and slid out of the car. Crouching, he sniffed the air and then he was running to the front door, pounding on it, calling her name. He slammed against the locked door with his shoulder once. It didn’t budge.
He slammed against it again, worrying with every blow that he might hit a spark that would ignite the air, laden down with the sickly smell of the additive they piped into natural gas.
Adrenaline pumping, Chase gave himself a few steps and ran at the door. The wood frame cracked under the onslaught of his mass, and he fell into the house. Afraid to turn on the light, he blindly fumbled through the hall. The first room he came to was the bathroom. The second room was her guest room. He finally found her room at the end of the hall.
He ran to the bed, not wanting to see if he was too late. She was lying tucked up in the bed, covered in a cocoon that hid her from sight. Chase pulled back the blanket and checked her pulse with his two forefingers. It was there—weak but present.
He gathered her up in his arms and took a step toward the door, then stopped. Her bedroom had a pair of sliding glass doors that opened to the backyard. Carrying her, he slid the door open and stumbled into the yard. His own breathing was labored now, his lungs protesting at the strain of the adrenaline and the contaminated air.
Spots started to appear before his eyes as Chase made it back to the street. He forced his legs to go faster, just a few more steps.
The blast of the shockwave lifted him off his feet and flung him and Ashe several yards through the air before crashing them down to the asphalt. The force of the blow knocked him dizzy, but he stayed conscious. He turned to see Ashe’s house in flames. A scream came from her neighbor’s house and then a woman was running toward him, a cell phone in her hand.
“I’m calling the police,” the woman called as she ran. “Don’t worry, I have a phone.”
Chase shook his head, cradling Ashe in his arms. She moaned, groggy, coming around. He tried to collect his thoughts. His own brain was still hazy and he felt like someone had sucker punched him in the back of the neck. Twice.
“What happened?” Ashe’s voice was shaky, the words slurred. “How did I get here?”
She looked up at Chase, her face shadowed. The fire caught highlights in her hair, now and then sparking glints in her gray eyes.
He couldn’t help himself. He clasped her to him, bending his face toward her, kissing her as deep and hard as he could.

Becca A. Miles is Rachel A. Brune’s nom de plume. Rachel started writing as a military journalist for the U.S. Army. She broke into fiction by writing short stories that have been published in a variety of speculative fiction magazines and anthologies. Under the mentorship of Suze Winegardner, Rachel penned her first foray into romantic suspense.
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Blog Tour- Charmed by Charlie by Amanda Uhl

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Title: Charmed by Charlie

Author: Amanda Uhl

Release Date: April 18, 2017

Genre: RomCom, Contemporary Romance

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Everybody loves marketing whiz Charlie Solanger—except the woman he really wants.
PAINT, PROMOTIONS & PERFECTION
Creative genius Charlie Solanger has it all: good looks, money, intelligence, charm. And when he swoops in to save Reynolds Paint Company with a brilliant marketing campaign, he has all the ladies in the office vying for his attention. Everyone except math whiz Valerie Wilson.
Val’s not happy Charlie stole her promotion. Worse, his brand of flirtatious charm is reminiscent of her cheating ex-fiancé. So, how come she can’t get him out of her head? The more she challenges him, the more interested—and interesting—he becomes. What secrets is Charlie hiding, and who or what is behind the sudden mysterious drain on their company’s funds? The only way to find out is to join forces. Then it will be a battle of wills…and a triumph of hearts.
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When I awoke, I was surrounded by two waiters and a naked lady on a cloud. I blinked and the lady turned out to be a painting of an angel on the ceiling. Was it a replica of Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel? A pair of deep blue eyes peered into mine. The rich scent of Dark Water flooded my senses. I smiled. Then I remembered.
Charlie must have caught me when I fell because I was half lying on his lap instead of the hard floor. I lifted my head and struggled to move, but he held me in place. “Thank God. Stay still. Take your time. No need to get up.” Worry lines, as my mother liked to call them, creased his forehead.
“I’m okay.”
“You don’t look it… Did you eat breakfast?”
“Yes, of course.”
He grimaced. “Lemme guess. Grapefruit?”
“And a latte,” I said proudly.
He quirked a brow. “Oh well, that counts.”
I had the strangest urge to run my hand over his face and smooth away the wrinkles like the sheets on my bed in the morning. “I’m okay. Let me up.”
“All right, but take it slow. No sudden movements.”
I did as he asked, gradually raising onto my arms and getting up and into the chair Charlie helped me into.
The waiters hovered solicitously. One had a wet towel and the other, a glass of ice water. Charlie grasped the towel and pressed it on the back of my neck with one hand and grabbed the glass of water with the other. He held it to my lips. “Here, drink this.”
I obediently took a sip. “I’m okay. Really.”
How to tell the man that the pressure of his strong hand against my neck and the smell of his cologne was going to send me into a faint all over again? Thankfully, he took me at my word and removed the towel and set it next to my plate. He eyed me with suspicion. “Are you sure?”
I nodded, relieved when he finally walked back to his side of the table and sat. “God, what a self-centered ass I am. I’m sorry, Val. I could kick myself. I should have held my tongue.”
“No, I’m…I’m glad you told me.”
Charlie held one hand across his heart. Was it pounding as hard as mine? “Not another word until you finish your pasta. I can’t go through that again.”

Amanda has always had a fascination with the mystical. Having drawn her first breath in a century home rumored to be haunted, you might say she was “born” into it. After a brief stint in college as a paid psychic, Amanda graduated with a bachelor of fine arts in theatre and a master’s degree in marketing. Over the past twenty years, she has worked as an admissions representative and graphic designer, owned her own freelance writing company, and managed communications for several Fortune 500 companies, most recently specializing in cyber security.
Amanda is an avid reader and writes fast-paced, paranormal romantic suspense and humorous contemporary romance from her home in Cleveland, Ohio. When she’s not reading or writing, you can find Amanda with her husband and three children, gathering beach glass on the Lake Erie shoreline or biking in Cuyahoga Valley National Park. Connect with her on social media. She loves to hear from her readers.
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Love- Chapter 2

Sheena binkley

 

Hi everyone!! Here is the second chapter of Love. Enjoy! 🙂

 

Patrick Baker was lying in his bed staring at the ceiling.

I never thought breaking up with someone would be this hard.

He rolled over on his side and looked at the picture of him and Sophia. He began to touch Sophia’s smiling face when his friend Aiden Robinson walked in. He stared at Patrick and rolled his eyes.

“Stop it Patrick! I can’t believe you’re doing this to yourself.”

“Leave me alone, Aiden. Can I mope in peace?”

“No you can’t because you’re making me want to mope and I didn’t break up with my girl. Patrick, if you want Sophia back, you have to fight. To be honest, I don’t know why you two broke up in the first place.”

“We broke up because of her ex, that’s why.”

“Did Sophia try to get back with him?  From what I know, I don’t think so.”

Patrick sighed and stared at the ceiling again.

“You can mope all you want. I’m going to work. I’ll see you later.”

“Whatever.” Patrick said and turned over on his other side.

“Yeah, whatever.” Aiden said

Patrick turned back over and looked at the picture again.

“What happened between us?”

 

August 30, 2011

Patrick was sitting in his room staring at his phone. He promised Natalie he would call Sophia that night.

“Just dial, Patrick. What’s wrong with you?”

He has been staring at his phone for about twenty minutes. He dialed the number a couple of times, but hung up on the last digit. Patrick has always seen Sophia around, from school to his job, to even with her ex-boyfriend, but he never thought he would have a chance to talk to her.

And you won’t if you don’t dial the number.

He picked the phone up from off his bed and pushed the talk button. He quickly dialed the number and waited patiently while the other end was ringing. He was about to hang up when a voice appeared on the other end.

“Hello.”

“Hi. May I speak to Sophia, please?”

“Speaking. Hi Patrick.”

“How did you know it was me?”

“A little thing called Caller ID.”

Patrick chuckled. “Of course. How are you?”

“Pretty good. And you?”

“Doing well.”

“To be honest, I didn’t think you were going to call.”

“Why you thought that?”

“I don’t know. Why would you want to?  You don’t know me and you just met me today and that was by us bumping into each other.”

“Technically, I have seen you around school and my job; and is that why I’m talking to you now, to get to know you.”

“I guess so.”

“Why don’t we get to know each other and go out this Friday? We can do whatever you want.”

“I don’t know, I just broke up with someone and I’m not ready to date.”

“From what I heard, you’ve been single for a month and I don’t see anything wrong with a friendly date.”

“Natalie really has a big mouth, you know that.”

“I know, but she’s also a good friend. She only wants what’s best for her friends. So, what’s your answer?”

“Sure, why not.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up around seven.”

“It’s a date then.”

“Okay, well I better go.”

“Talk to you later.”

“You can count on that.”

“Bye Patrick.”

“Bye Sophia.”

Patrick looked at the phone and hung up.

“I have a date Friday. Friday is going to be fun….”

 

***

 

Sophia and Layla walked into Starbucks. Layla goes straight to the counter while Sophia sat down at the nearest table. Layla walked over to Sophia.

“You don’t want anything?”

“No, I can wait.”

Layla gave a smirk and goes back to the line. Sophia looked around, and slowly exhaled, trying hard to keep the tears from falling.

 

This is where Patrick and I had our first date…

 

September 2, 2011

Sophia and Patrick walked into Starbucks in a fit of laughter.

“This is where you wanted to go?” Patrick asked.

“Yeah.  We can sit, talk and drink coffee.”

“I hate coffee.”

“Okay. Well, we can sit and talk.”

“That sounds good.”

The two strolled over to a table near the back of the coffeehouse. Sophia was about to sit down when Patrick stopped her.

“No, no, no. Let me,” he said as he pulled out a chair for her.

Sophia gave a huge grin. “Thanks. No one has ever done that for me before.”

“Not even your ex?”

“No.”

“That’s bad; a guy should always do that for a woman.”

“I agree. There need to be more of you out there.”

Patrick smiled. “So Sophia, tell me what is your idea of fun?”

“I guess a movie or going out to eat, playing a game of pool or miniature golf. I wouldn’t know too much about fun since I don’t go out much.”

“You’re telling me a gorgeous girl like you don’t go out. Why is that?”

“I guess you could consider me a goody-two-shoes who haven’t done much compared to my friends.”

“You don’t party or drink?”

“Not really.”

“Tell me if I’m being a little personal, but are you a virgin?”

Sophia blushed. “That is a little personal.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“That doesn’t mean I won’t answer. Yes, I am a virgin and I’m proud of it. How many twenty- year- olds you’re going to meet who are still a virgin?”

Patrick smiled and touched Sophia’s hand. “I met one tonight and it’s nothing wrong with that. That’s a special gift that you should take seriously. You should hold on to that.”

Sophia smiled and stared at her hands. Patrick placed his hand on Sophia’s chin and gazed into her hazel eyes.

The two looked at each other until one of the baristas behind the counter turned on the blender. The two stared at each other and smiled.

“You want to get out of here?”

“Sure. Where is our next stop?”

“Something you like to do for fun.” Patrick replied.

Sophia smiled as the two got up from the table and goes towards the door…

 

Sophia looked at the door and turned around. Layla was sitting in front of her looking at her with an odd expression.

“You finish daydreaming? I’ve been sitting here for five minutes.”

“Sorry. Why you didn’t say anything?”

“Sophia, I know this is where you and Patrick had your first date, but you can’t keep going to places you two visited and start daydreaming.”

“I know Layla. Let’s just go.” Sophia said as she grabbed her purse.

“I really hope you’re not like this all day.” Layla mumbled as she followed Sophia out the door.

 

***

Patrick goes into the living room of his apartment and turned on the TV. He surfed the channels when he suddenly stopped on the sports network. A pool tournament was on and one of the players was about to rack. Patrick leaned back on the couch and sighed.

 

September 2, 2011

“Where are we going?”  Sophia asked.

The two were in Patrick’s car. He made a left turn, ending the destination.

“You mentioned one of these activities as fun, so I decided this could be fun for a first date.”

He found a parking spot near Uncle Rick’s Pool Hall and turned off the engine.

“Pool, cool.  Even though I said pool was fun, I didn’t really say I knew how to play.”

“In that case, this is going to be even more fun.” Patrick said.

As soon as the two stepped into the pool hall, all eyes turned to the two.

Sophia looked at Patrick. “Why is everyone staring at us?”

“Maybe they see what I see.”

“What’s that?”

“A beautiful woman standing next to me.”

Sophia unexpectedly turned a bright shade of red, which Patrick thought was adorable.

After a few minutes inside the pool hall, the two were having a lot of fun. Sophia was racking when Patrick got up from his stool.

“Are you having fun?” He asked.

“Yeah, even though you keep winning, but that’s okay. I can get you on the next game.”

“For someone who said they haven’t played before you got some skills. You sure you haven’t played before?”

“Seriously, I haven’t.”

“I’m going to get a drink. You want anything?”

“I’m good. Thanks.”

Sophia goes to a stool and sat down. She looked at Patrick at the counter and smiled.  He walked back with a drink in his hand.

“What are smiling about?”

“Nothing, just thinking.”

“About what?”

“Nothing important. You want to start another game?”

“Sure.”

Sophia looked at the drink Patrick had and picked it up. “Would you mind if I took a sip?”

“Sure, but it does have vodka in it.”

“That’s fine.”

“I thought you don’t drink.”

“I do sometimes.” Sophia said.

She took the glass to her lips and started to drink. Patrick gave Sophia a bewildered look as she drunk half the glass. She put down the drink and gave a light burp.

“Excuse me. That was good.”

“Dang girl, you should have slow down on that.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll buy you another one. I didn’t mean to drink half of it.”

“That’s okay. I’ll just get another one.”

After two and a half drinks and an hour later, Patrick looked at Sophia in total shock. She was lying on the pool table laughing hysterically.

I haven’t even said anything and she’s laughing.

“Sophia, are you okay?”

“I’m peachy, Patrick, just peachy.” Sophia said through a series of giggles.

“I believe you’re drunk. Maybe I should get you something to sober up.”

“I’m not drunk. I’m fine. In fact, I’m better than fine. I’m perfect.” Sophia rambled. She goes over to a vending machine.

“I don’t know why you think I’m drunk. I mean I see you right? And since when did you have a twin?”

Patrick shook his head as he goes over to Sophia and turned her around to face him.

“Oh, hey, Patrick. You know I was just talking to your twin.”

He smiled as he put an arm around her. “We better go. I think you had enough tonight.”

“No, I didn’t. I’m just having fun.” Sophia said as she started to laugh again.

“Before we leave, you have to lower your voice. I don’t want either one of us in trouble since you’re underage and been drinking.”

“Who…was….drinking? I…wasn’t…drinking.” Sophia slurred.

“Okay, let’s not say anything at all.” Patrick said as he took Sophia’s purse from the table.

Sophia leaned into Patrick as she put a hand on his chest. She gave him a seductive glance, making Patrick a little nervous, but also aroused.

“You know, when I first saw you, I said to myself how sexy you looked. How much I wanted to kiss you then, and even more now.”

Patrick smiled at the comment. Trust the flow of alcohol to get a person to really talk.

The two walked to the exit when a police officer opened the door.

“Have a good night. Be careful out there.”

“Thank you, Officer.” Patrick said.

The two was out the door when Sophia fell over. Patrick caught her before she fell on the sidewalk.

“Is she alright?”

“Yeah, she’s a little tired. She had a long day and I dragged her out to play pool.”

“Okay then. Good night.”

Before Sophia could say anything, Patrick covered her mouth with his hand. The two went over to Patrick’s car when Sophia suddenly stopped.

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to be sick.”

“No, not yet anyway.”

“What’s wrong then?”

“Don’t be mad at me for tonight, Patrick. We were having such a great time until I decided to drink.”

Patrick smiled. “It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have brought the drinks. I blame myself.”

“Don’t.”

The two stared at each other when Sophia stepped closer to Patrick. She grabbed him and kissed him roughly on the lips. He put his hand in Sophia’s hair as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, savoring the moment.

As soon as Patrick tried to deepen the kiss, Sophia pulled away. He looked at her unable to say or do anything else.

“What’s wrong?” He finally managed to say.

Before Sophia could say anything, she kneeled over and vomited on Patrick’s shoes. He looked at the sky in disgust as he lets out a huge groan.

“What a night….”

 

Patrick woke up from his daydream and looked at the TV. The pool tournament was over and a baseball game was playing. He turned off the TV and exhaled.

“Our first date. I remember it like it was yesterday.”

He leaned back on the couch and sighed.