Page 39 of Missing Pieces
Taylor, Casey, and Charlotte decide to head back to the hotel while the rest of us go to another bar. I am definitely starting to feel drunk. As I sip on another beer, I get the brilliant idea to text Easton, but to my surprise, he already texted me a few hours ago.
Easton: Sorry I’ve been MIA. Shit came up.
My heart gives a little flutter because I know he must have been thinking about me while doing whatever shit he was doing. I decide to text him back.
Me: Well I am glad you’re okay. I miss you.
I hit send and then reread the text I sent. Shit, my eyes are blurry. Maybe I have had one too many drinks.
Wait a second did I just text him that I miss him? Fuck.
He responds almost immediately.
Easton: Miss me huh? Do you really or is that just the beer talking?
I get confused because I don’t understand how he knew I was drinking.
Me: Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t.
Easton: Alright Carrie.
Me: ???
Easton: You didn’t do somethin’ bad tonight did you?
Oh my god! Ivy sent him the video. Then he knows I am here with the girls and his sister. And he knows I am probably completely wasted. I look over at Ivy who is staring at me.
“Whatcha doin’ over there, sugar? You got a huge grin on your face.” Ivy smirks.
“You totally sent Easton that video of me and Summer singing!” I slur.
“So? Y’all looked hot in it. I had to let your men know what they were missin’!”
I could choke her right now. “He’s not my man!”
She grabs her beer and takes a long swallow. “Close enough.”
“You do look hot. You probably got my big brother’s panties all in a twist.” Tacoma starts laughing.
“He does not wear panties!”
Both Summer, Tacoma, and Ivy shriek at the same time, “How do you know?!”
I hear my phone chirp and choose to ignore them.
Easton: You thinkin’ about doing something bad to me because I certainly can come up with more than a few ways to do something bad to you.
A rush of heat floods my body and I squeeze my legs tight from the warmth that reached my center.
Me: I can’t believe she sent that to you.
Easton: You looked hot babe. I hope I get to see you in that shimmery number soon. Although it won’t take long for it to end up on my floor.
Oh god. He needs to stop texting me or else I am going to need to find some way to release the pressure building up in me and soaking my panties.
Me: Keep dreaming buddy. My phone is about to die. Gotta go. Sweet dreams.
My battery is more than half full, but I’m starting to feel like I might need some private time in the bathroom if I let that continue.
Easton: I’m always dreamin’ of you sweet cheeks. Stay safe. Night.
I slam my phone down on the table and take a huge swig of beer.
Tacoma leans over and whispers in my ear, “Good thing it’s dark in here and no one can see your flush, but I totally know you were having sexy talk with my brother.”
I flush even more and excuse myself to the bathroom to cool down. As I make my way back to the table I hear Summer say something about going to Tootsie’s. We all crack up and decide it’s probably time to go back to the hotel.