Absinthe Of The Heart (Sins Of The Heart #1)(7)

By: Monica James


Delores raised the cup to her lips and smiled. Regardless of their marital status, they did not intend to change their maiden names. It was modern and progressive. They also felt their children should bear their surnames, seeing as they did all the hard work. “We’re already family, Kay.”

Kayla nodded, tears filling her eyes. “Sisters for life.”

“Sisters for life,” Delores confirmed, drinking to their toast happily.

However, once the beer hit Delores’s empty stomach, she felt the distinctive sensation that she was about to be sick. “Dee, are you okay?” Kayla asked, her eyes growing wide with concern.

Delores didn’t have time to reply. She simply shook her head and covered her mouth, running through the throngs of people, hoping she’d make it to a bathroom in time. She took a wild guess and charged up the stairs, thankful when she saw a line outside the closest door to the right. When it opened, Delores shoved past the girl in line, who called out angrily, but Delores could apologize to her after she was done puking up her guts.

She slammed and locked the door, running to the toilet and throwing up. She’d not eaten much today, but it still felt good to heave up all the booze she’d consumed. After ten minutes, she felt remotely better, but her head felt like a ten-piece brass band was playing the American anthem on a loop.

She needed to lie down.

Once she washed her hands and splashed some cold water on her face, she noticed a tube of toothpaste sitting on the basin. She helped herself, using her finger as a makeshift toothbrush. She felt semi-human.

Smoothing out the snags from her wavy hair, she decided to tell Kayla she was ready to call it a night. She hated to be a Debbie Downer, but she resembled roadkill.

Once she opened the door, she apologized to the girl she rudely cut in front of, who huffed and shoved past her. Out here in the brightly lit hallway, Delores’s head suddenly felt worse. If she could lie down for a few minutes, she’d feel a lot better.

Not really knowing where she was going, she ventured down the corridor and took a left. This place was like a maze. She opened the last door, and thankfully, it was dark inside. She slipped out of her sneakers and fell face first onto the queen size bed. The silk comforter was so incredibly soft against her heated skin. A sigh left her parted lips as she nuzzled deeper into the blankets, the musky perfume wrapping her in a restful bubble.

Her eyes were closed for mere seconds, when they suddenly popped open because she realized where she’d smelled this comforting fragrance before.

“Dee?”

Shooting upright, she moaned and raised a hand to her brow. Her eyes strained to see in the dark, but she’d know that voice anywhere. “I’m s-sorry, Bobby. I didn’t know this was your room. I’ll go.” When she attempted to shift however, the room began to spin, and she knew moving wouldn’t be happening anytime soon.

“It’s okay. You can stay. I’m glad you’re here.”

“You are?” she asked, wishing she could see him to make sure this was really happening.

“Yes,” he replied, his footsteps sounding against the carpet, alerting her he was moving closer to where she sat.

She should move, she needed to move, now, but she was suddenly rooted to the spot. “C-can you turn on a light?” she asked in a whisper.

The room was gently lit when Bobby switched on the bedside lamp. It took her eyes a moment to adjust, but when they did, a wheeze left her because Bobby was breathtaking. His dark hair was tousled, his eyes slightly glassy from the buzz the beer had given him no doubt—he took her breath away.

“I-I should go.” Even though her intentions were pure, her body betrayed her, and she stayed where she was.

Bobby sauntered over to the bed, watching her, not speaking a word. The way he looked at her, hungry and full of fire, stirred something in her she wished she could douse, but couldn’t. “Bobby, I-I…” But she didn’t know what she was trying to say.

Bobby ran a hand through his hair, his bicep flexing with the movement. “I like you, Dee.”

“You what?” she gasped. “W-what about Kayla?”

“I like her, but…she’s not you,” he replied so matter-of-factly.

Delores had always lived in Kayla’s shadow, and it never bothered her, not in the slightest. But she felt wicked, beyond sinful that Bobby Ferris wanted her and not Kayla. She felt so out of place, being here in her ripped jeans and flannel shirt, as she looked nothing like the girls who went to her school. This was the star quarterback, the guy every girl wanted, and he wanted her.

That thought was incredibly intoxicating and had her doing something she’d never done before. When he slipped off his white t-shirt and stood before her topless with a silent invitation, she let go and forgot that Kayla Sinclair existed.