Crash Into Me

His mind went blank after the call. He didn’t ask anything to Lucas, just a simple “Okay” and hung up. He hopped on his bike, rode as fast as he could to La Lune. His heart was racing, his face was warm, his jaw clenched. He took a deep breath, swallowed with a lump on his throat when he arrived.

The place was dark, there was no one there. He approached the entrance, the door opened from the inside. Lucas greeted him with an uneasy look on his face, John stared him down, “Where is she?”

“She’s upstairs … please, come in,” he said politely.

The tension was high, he walked past him, climbed the stairs, Lucas followed behind him.

She was slumped on the sofa, hair covered her face. He kneeled before her, she was sleeping. “What happened to her?”

“She had a little too much to drink,” Lucas cleared his throat, leaned against the doorway with his hands in his pockets.

John turned to look at him, his face hard, eyes darkened.

“I didn’t touch her … if that’s what you’re thinking,” Lucas said.

John brushed her hair off her face, “Sandy … Sandy …”

She slowly opened her eyes. Her head was spinning, her vision was blurry. “John? … what are you doing here?” she tried to sit up, she held her head to stop the room from spinning.

“I’m taking you home,” he carried her in his arms.

When he turned, Lucas held up his car keys, “Take my car.”

Sandy put her arms around John’s neck, she gave everything she had not to vomit.

“We’ll talk tomorrow,” John said to Lucas, he gave him a half nod while looking at Sandy.

She could smell him freshly out of shower. His body felt so familiar, big and tall. His face, though, hardened, agitated, she touched his hair in a dreamlike state.

He put her down on the ground to open the car door. The spin was too much for her, she threw up beside the car. A stomach pumping vomit that shot all the vodka out through her mouth and nose. John leaned on the car as he watched the painful aftermath of having too much to drink.

“Jeez … how much did you drink?” he mumbled.

She felt better afterwards, she cleaned herself with some tissue from the car. She sat on the ground for a while just to get back in touch with reality.

“Can we go now?” John’s voice was still tense.

She nodded, slowly stood up and got into the car. He shoved the door, and got into the driver’s seat.

He stepped on the gas, he was driving at least 100 Km/hour. She felt nauseated. The street lights flashed into her eyes, the speed was scaring her. “John … slow down, you’re scaring me.”

He stepped on the gas even deeper. She curled on the seat, covered her face with her hands. Her fear was sobering her up. She was sure they were going to crash sooner or later. “John … please, we’re going so fast,” she pleaded.

The tension was building inside him, his heartbeat was bouncing out of control. The car screeched into a halt in front of the cottage. She stormed out and walked towards her cottage.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I’m going home, John, you should too!” her tone was high.

“What? You don’t get to be angry at me, Sandy!” he was ready for a full fledged fight.

“You could’ve got us killed! Driving like a lunatic!” she shouted.

He followed after her into the cottage and slammed the door. “We had our first fight, the first thing you did was to go and see Lucas??” it finally came out of his system. “Do you know how worried I was when I came back at 1 AM and you weren’t here?! Did you ever think about anyone else other than yourself, Sandy??” he lashed out.

“I wasn’t looking for Lucas, it’s not like that,” her voice was calmer.

“What was it like then? Please … enlighten me!” he was still fiery.

“I wanted to have a drink … lots of drinks … so I went to La Lune because it’s safer there,” she explained.

“What time did you get there?”

She tried to remember, “I don’t know … around eight, I think.”

“You’re telling me, you started drinking at eight and I got the call at a quarter to 3 AM? What were you doing for seven hours?” his face was hard.

“I drank … a lot … I told you.”

John came over to her and held her wrist “I don’t believe you, what did you do, Sandy?”

Sandy pulled her arm away, “Are you implying that I’m lying?”

“No, I’m implying that you spent 7 hours with a man who couldn’t wait to get in your pants while heavily drinking … and I’m supposed to believe that he didn’t make any advances on you?” he was about to burst in a jealous rage.

She looked him in the eyes, “He didn’t John … I wasn’t drinking with him, I was drinking at the bar … I told you, I didn’t go there to see him, and he’s a very courteous gentleman who would never take advantage of me in any kind of circumstances and that’s exactly why I went there in the first place.”

Maybe it was better if she had told him that Lucas did make advances on her, he wouldn’t feel the burning pain in his chest. But Lucas didn’t take advantage of her, that’s enough to tell John that Lucas loved her, and he made her feel safe around him. It was also enough to push John to a brink of madness.

The fight they had the other night, she wanted a break, she said. And then she made him worried sick for the whole day only to find out she spent hours and hours drinking with a good gentleman who loved her enough not to take advantage of her. It disrupted his calm, it was too much to handle, he lost his composure, he was not all that great, he was just a jealous guy.

He grabbed her waist and kissed her in anger. He pushed her against the wall, he went hard on his kiss, she was out of breath. She didn’t resist. She too was tired of all the worry she put herself through, all her anguish and her fear can only be redeemed by his touch.

She ripped the shirt off his back. He broke the kiss in surprise, he looked her in the eyes, she wanted him. He pursed a smile. He was back in full force, and she was leveling his energy. He let her unbutton his jeans, he rested his hands on the wall on either side of her face. They were still tangled in a passionate kiss, there was no time to properly take off their clothes, they couldn’t wait a second longer to be inside of each other.

He lifted her up against the wall, she wrapped her legs around him, and their moans echoed through the silent night. “God I want you so bad,” he said between his breaths. She felt him deep inside her, her body was screaming for him and there was nothing else she wanted more.

She dropped on him as he carried her to the bedroom. He kissed her gently, his anger had subsided. He laid her on the bed as he stood over her, naked. His eyes were gentle, it was the best angry sex she had ever had. He smiled, “Are you ready for round two?”

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He woke up with her in his arms in the morning. He kissed the back of her head. He watched her sleep, thinking if everything were fine again.

She woke up smiling, it was a good sign.

“Good morning,” he greeted her.

She kissed him, “Good morning.”

He was staring, waiting for her to say something, but she didn’t.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing … are you okay?” he made sure.

“No … I’m having a really bad hangover right now,” she stretched out her arms and yawned.

“I mean … are we okay?” he asked again.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

She looked at him. He couldn’t read her expression. “I just …”

She covered his mouth with her hand, “Stop … talking …” she mounted him and sat on his lap. “Can we have our make up sex this morning? I just want to kiss and make up with you today, John.” She didn’t have to say any more.

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He returned the car on his way to the set. Lucas was there to receive it even though La Lune was still closed. “How is she?” he asked, given how drunk she was last night.

“She’s fine now,” John said. “Look … I appreciate what you did yesterday, calling me, and lending me your car,” he added.

“No problem, I’m just looking out for her.”

John took a deep breath, “Yeah … I just want to tell you that … she’s with me now,” he stared at him in the eyes.

Lucas raised his eyebrows and smiled, “I know that, man, but she came here last night, crying … because of you,” he didn’t back down from John’s stare.

“I can firmly say … that we’ve resolved our problems … I really care about her.”

“I’m sure you do, I’m glad to hear that … but I will always look out for her, that’s what friends do,” Lucas said.

John nodded, “Fair enough … just make sure you know where the lines are drawn,” he patted him on the shoulder before he turned to leave.