Sex or Booze

“Fucking give me sex or booze!” Hannah said, pounding on the door to my apartment. “It’s that simple.”

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” I cracked the door and placed my finger to my lips, lowering my voice to a whisper. “We talked about this a thousand times.”

Hannah placed her hands in front of her body. “I’m not that person anymore,” Hannah said, belching. “Really, I’m not. I’ve cleaned up my act.” I’d heard the same old story for what seemed like a hundred times. Hannah ran off with some guy and came back three days later, telling me about how sorry she was, and she had no idea what she was doing. She blamed booze. She always blamed alcohol. But whatever hold she had on me, she would let go. And even though I tried to walk away, I couldn’t. Something about her oval green eyes pulled at something in my heartstrings. 

“It’s the same old story,” I said, closing the door. I wanted to believe her this time. I really did. The problem is, she’d stick around for a few weeks, then leave again. 

“No.” Hannah shoved her foot in the doorway. “Not this time.” Something about the way she stood up for herself turned me on; she usually let it slide and go straight to bed to sleep it off, but not this time. This time, her narrow eyes turned to crinkled slits, and her fist shook. To be fair: Usually, I’d throw my hands in the air and allow her back in, but my counselor told me about how I needed to stick up for myself and to stop being a victim of my own making. 

“What? Do you expect me to believe you’ve changed for good this time?”

Hannah slapped her hand on the door several times. “I have changed!”

I raised a sly brow. “What is it you want from me?”

“A second chance,” Hannah said. “Give me one more chance.”

I blew out my lips and scratched the back of my neck. “Look–“

“Okay, more like a fifth chance, but still. I’ll do anything. I even stopped drinking.” Hannah leaned in and cupped my cheeks, giving me several warm pecks on the lips. 

“Woah,” I said. “Let’s get something straight. No more drinking.”  

“But I have!” Hannah said. “You gotta believe me this time. Well, okay, you don’t have to, but it’d be nice if you did.” 

“What’s different?” I raised a brow, tracing her eyes with mine. 

“Um.” Hannah held her hands close to her chest. “I’ve been going to counseling.”

I rolled my eyes hard.

“But I have!”

“You done yet?” I said.

“Just give me a few minutes of your time.”

I released my hold on the door and folded my arms across my chest. “This better be good.”

Hannah pushed her way through the door and sat on her favorite brown leather sofa. “Don’t you remember that time we made love by the lake?”

“I guess I don’t get where you’re going with this.”

“Remember or not?” Hannah gave me a cocky wink and a confident smile. 

“How could I forget?” I said, almost forgetting why I was mad at her. “But what does that have to do with why you’re here?” I threw my hands in the air. “You’re trying to get off the subject, and–“

“Let’s go back there, and make love.” Hannah stood to her feet and closed the distance between us. She threw her arms around my neck. I felt her heartbeat. I felt my heartbeat. I felt our hearts beating to the rhythm of a single note: pure love.

I threw my head back and laughed.

“I’m serious.”

“Do you hear yourself right now?” I said.”You sound I don’t know…crazy.” I turned my back for a second and returned to face Hannah. “Wait, what are you doing?” 

Hannah stripped layers of clothes to her nude body. I swallowed hard. “Making love to you. Right here. Right now.”

I motioned in the general direction of the door. “But the door is open.”

“Make love to me, or I’ll start drinking again. You choose.”

I stripped nude. 

Dusting off Dreams

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