Page 117 of Wrecking Us
Though the alcohol definitely does. And it definitely has me feeling better about a lot of things.
“Say cheese, asshole!” Alex says with a laugh as he wraps his arm around me, holding his drink up as he sticks his tongue out.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Everything is a flash of lights and sound, of memories long forgotten and moments undiscovered. Memories of all those years ago. Of me and the guys and Huds. I’m having fun, and it feels good, but…
I miss Hudson. I miss him like fucking crazy and though it’s only a few days away that I will get to see him and our friends, it feels like an eternity.
The first time, when we were here… I had so much fun. Withhim.
Drinking with him and flirting with girls. Trying to get him laid. Which feels like something that should make me jealous, but at this point, it’s just funny. Swimming and playing volleyball in the pool, eating all the amazing food…
Even the clubs and the strippers were more fun becausehewas there.
He should be here. With me.
I’m not alone, I have my friends—Alex and Mandy—but they aren’t who Iwant.
Not now, not ever.
I think, as I stand here in some club I don’t know the name of, drunk, I’ve never felt more alone.
I wish Hudson was here, dancing with me. I wish it was his arms around me, his body against me. That he was leaning against me and burying his face in my neck, groaning about how he was never going to have fun again. That we could lay in bed together and cuddle and kiss and fuck until the damn sun comes up and eat chocolate croissants and drink coffee in bed.
But he’s not here. My fingers hover over his text thread.
I know it’s late, and he has work in the morning. I shouldn’t call him, but fuck I want to hear his voice.
“Trey!” Alex calls my name.
“Huh?”
“Your fiancée’s talking to you.”
I blink, opening my mouth to tell him she’snotmy fiancée, but before I can speak, Mandy does.
“I think it’s time to call it a night,” Mandy says as she leans against me. I look at her, and suddenly I feel tired as shit.
“Yeah, you might be right,” I say, looking back to Alex.
“But before we go, I need to—”
“Fuck, that’s Jordan,” Alex says with a grunt. “I’m going to peace the fuck out, too.”
Alex grins as he types something on his phone.
“It’s been fun, Kelly. See you Friday.”
And with that, Alex Brewer leaves me and Mandy in his dust.
I glance around the club, but Stone and the guys seem to have disappeared. “Come on,” she says, squeezing my hip. “I think we’ve had enough fun for one night, right?” she teases. I nod. “Yeah. I guess.”
I feel like I forgot something, but I don’t know what.
