Page 89 of Eight Weeks
Sofia looks at me, the same mischievous spark in her eyes as the first time we took shots together. She has a better tolerance for alcohol than me, which I blame on Germany, to be honest. But, fuck, is it hot when she’s near sober from four shots and whatever drink she had, whereas I am barely keeping up with my beer and two shots.
She leans into me, her mouth to my ear when she says, “I bet you won’t drink yours.”
If she thought, I’d ever back out of a challenge… I might have to show her why I wouldn’t. Like, come on, if you don’t want a guy participating, don’t challenge him. He’ll take on the challenge, even if there is a higher risk of him dying than surviving.
We both put some salt on the back of our hand, counting down from three. Only when we reach one, Sofia doesn’t lick the salt on her hand, she leans over to me, her tongue gliding over my neck before she downs her shot.
My jaw drops, as so does the shot glass in my hand, spilling its entire contents on the table.Luckily,it’s the table and not my pants.
As my head shoots toward my girlfriend, I find her laughing uncontrollably. She falls back into the booth, smoothly sliding over until her thigh presses against mine. “I won,” she spits out through laughter.
She has the most infectious laughter I have ever heard; so genuine, loud, and joyous. It is almost a shame that not every single living-being will experience her laughter.
Hearing that laughter confuses something inside me though. I never know if I want to laugh with her, kiss her breath away, or fuck her nine ways to Sunday. Maybe all of the above, but even then, in which order?
“You cheated.” Turning slightly in my seat, I lift her head from my shoulder then hold it in my hands, looking at her. My heart beats faster in my chest, and it’s driving me insane. Why does it keep doing that? “Licking me wasn’t part of the deal.”
She grins. “I never stated any rules.”
“You and your smart mouth.”
Our faces are so close together, I can feel her hot breath roll over my skin. Soft lips only millimeters away, so kissable, and sweet. Her eyes are shining even through the dark light of this bar, building a passage right into my soul when she looks at me. But that’s alright. Eyes this beautiful are bound to find a way to someone’s heart, even if you weren’t aware of falling for them.
“Oh, my God. They just opened the stage for karaoke!” Lily pulls on my girlfriend’s arm, forcing her away from me. “Wehaveto sing a song together!”
“I’m the worst singer to ever exist,” Sofia replies, yet following Lily to the stage. Whatever Lily says next, I cannot hear but I know better than anyone that my sister can’t sing to save her life. So this is going to be fun.
Not so much for everyone’s ears, but fun, nonetheless.
“Let’s do a Spanish song!” Lily speaks, forgetting that the microphone is already picking up their voices. But the look on Colin’s face is totally worth it. My sister knows a total of zero Spanish words, maybe the basics likeholaorsí. You know, the words everyone knows, basically.
Now, you may wonder why my sister attempting a Spanish song would be as shocking and horrifying to Colin as it is. Easy, his mother is from Spain, and therefore I would say he knows his fair share of Spanish.
This night keeps getting more and more hilarious.
And when Sofia and Lily start singing, standing on that stage arm in arm, barely hitting any tones, nor sayinganyof the words right, I can no longer keep my laughter in. It just spills out of me without me having a say in it.
But they’re both laughing at themselves, making everyone inside this bar join in, even the bartenders. When I look at the security guard by the entrance, I even find him smiling the faintest smile possible.
So then neither of them has a great voice, and neither of them knows the words, but they’re a great spirit.
My eyes are now focused on Sofia, and without noticing, I no longer laugh but instead smile at her and enjoy the view. She’s so effortlessly beautiful, it kills me every time I look at her.
There is one more thing about this whole awful karaoke performance that leaves me love it despite the great spirit. Seeing my sister happy.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen her this free, this light. So if it takes a karaoke night for her to be happy, I’d drag her to a karaoke bar every weekend if I have to.
“Have you ever seen my sister this happy?” I ask Colin, noticing how his eyes are only on her. Perhaps I do not need to drag my sister anywhere after all. My best friend seems to be doing the job just fine, keeping Lily happy, I mean.
“I have,” he says as a matter of fact, “In my bed with me buried deep inside her.”
Unfortunately, I no longer have a drink I could throw at him, so gagging will have to do. “Gross.”
He grins cockily, then winks at me like he wants me to beat his ass. “Wish that was you, huh?”
“Definitely.” I gag yet again, memories of that one night we spent together making its way through to me. “Did you ever regret it?”
Colin laughs. “Being with your sister? Nah, dude. She’s my everything.”
