Jay shoots Judson a look. I can tell Judson is pissed that Jay started this shit, but I'm having fun. I can not lose this bet. Jay pours another two shots, placing one at my feet. I jump off the counter and quickly tilt it back.
"Jay, that is enough. You have a foot and a hundred pounds on her. I will not let you give her alcohol poisoning."
Mr. Protective has made an arrival. I haven't binge-drank in well over a year or two. I'm sure I will regret the hell out of this later, but I will put up a good fight.
Judson grabs Jay's arm and yanks him to the side, whispering to him. I pour myself another shot and dump it back.
"Jameson, I am one up! You better get your head in the game!" I yell across the room.
"Judson, you can't tame this one. You are in trouble, man." He yells over his shoulder and makes his way to the counter to pour another shot.
I plop down in a chair outside, and Judson takes the seat next to me.
"You should slow down. I have never seen a girl drink this much before." I just look at him.
"It's kind of scary." He admits.
"Just give up. You don't have to live here."
"I'm not worried about that." I smile at him. His eyes brighten, and he pulls me from my chair to his lap.
"Just stop then." He begs. He is adorable when he begs. Those big dark puppy dog eyes will make me do anything, I am pretty sure.
"Jameson!" I yell. "I'm done!" He fist fights the air and does a celebratory dance.
"I hope you learned your lesson, B." I want to tell him I'm stopping for Judson, but I will give him his moment.
"I am impressed, though. I have never had a girl hang with me this long." I smile at him.
"I'm basically a fish." I laugh.
"Well, this is my last drunken night for six months. I owe you that for living with my asshole brother."
Holy shit. I can't move in with Judson. I don't live here, I can't live here. Maybe I will just plead temporary insanity in the morning, and all will be forgiven and forgotten.
CHAPTER 23
JUDSON
Blakely is trashed, and I could beat the shit out of Jameson for getting her this drunk. Luckily for me, she promised to slow down. Hanna and Blake are laughing by the fire, attempting to roast marshmallows. I'm staying close enough to make sure she doesn't fall in but far enough back that she can't hear my conversation.
"She's cool, Judson." Jay looks to me as I tip my drink back.
"Does she know?" He looks down and kicks some leaves with his shoe. I know he's talking about the stuff with dad, but what he really means is, "Does she know that you are fucked up?"
"She knows enough. I can't believe you made that bet with her."
"I haven't seen you with anyone in a while. I didn't know where you guys stood, so I figured I'd make sure she stuck around long enough to fall for your stupid ass." I laugh at him push his shoulder. I want to tell him how completely mesmerized I already am by her, that I am the happiest I've been in a while, but I don't want him getting too attached.
Blakely walks over to me and pulls me in closer by my T-shirt. Her lips crash into mine like fire, and I taste the Tequila on her breath. I can taste the desperation on her lips as she deepens the kiss. She starts to pull me into the house, and I break up our moment. She looks at me, confused. I want to tell her I can't have sex with her here, not like this, but I don't want to risk sounding too clingy. She makes the decision for me, though, as I see in her eyes that she is about to be sick. She holds up her finger and takes off toward the bathroom. I motion to Jameson that I'm going to bed. I make sure everything is locked up and make my way into the bathroom.
Never in a million years have I thought I'd be attracted to a head in the toilet. She's drunk but smart enough to pull her hair into a knot on the top of her head. Something tells me she has been here before. I shake my head at the thought of her doing this alone or with anyone else. The idea of some other guy taking care of her, undressing her, invades my mind making me feel like tossing my liquor too. I have never seen a girl, especially one as small as Blake, take as many shots as she did, which honestly kind of worries me a little bit. I open the cabinet and wet a towel. She pulls her head away from the toilet, settling into my lap on the floor. I use the towel to gently wipe her face, folding it up and leaving it on the back of her neck.
"You don't have to do this. I promise I'll be okay. I just may need to sleep in here tonight." She looks into my eyes, and I can't pull mine away. I want her to be mine to take care of.
"I'm not leaving you," I assure her and adjust myself so that she can be more comfortable.
"I'm really sorry, Judson." She mumbles.