You knew how to handle one-night stands in the most perfect way because that’s all that mattered.
Why did it all matter that way?
Because of stuff like this.
Standing outside a woman’s apartment door.
Drunk.
In love with her.
You should just turn around and-
I knocked on Madison’s door.
It occurred to me then that she was probably still with her friends.
So this was going to be a complete disaster.
Yet I couldn’t help myself.
I loved her.
I love her!
I had to see her and I had to say what I wanted to her.
The door slightly opened and when I saw half of Madison’s face, I felt everything at once.
Love, want, need, anger…
“Oh, Mav,” she said. “I can’t…”
“I can,” I said. “Right now, sweetie.”
“You’re drunk.”
“I might be. Oh fucking well.”
“Mav…”
“Do you want me to do this right here?” I asked. “I’ll just start talking. I’ll start yelling. If that’s what it takes.”
Madison opened the apartment door and I rushed right inside.
I slammed the door behind me with force.
I moved right for her.
My hands touching those perfectly curved hips.
I picked her up.
She let out a yell and I saw a quick smile on her face.
She grabbed my arms and let out a shaky breath.
I walked her to the counter and sat her down.