A Little Love Story

Chapter 12

Skye's POV

Later that night, around 8 o'clock, I hear the doorbell ring. Callum tells me that Luca and Elsie only live a few houses down. He answers the door with a smile. Two people, Elsie and Luca, enter. Callum shakes Luca's hand, and hugs Elsie. I feel a twinge of jealously in my gut. Elsie has a boyfriend. He's standing right next to her, I scold myself. I wait a few feet behind Callum, inspecting them.

Luca has black hair and dark eyes, with a bit of a scruffy beard, like Callum's. Elsie is a blonde with blue eyes. Her hair is long and straight. She's quite pretty. She holds Luca's hand, smiling as Callum welcomes them in.

"Hi, I'm Elsie." Elsie approaches me and holds out her hand. "This is Luca."

I look at Callum, who nods in support. I take her hand and shake it, as well as Luca's. Callum slides his hand around my waist and kisses my temple, skirting around me to the kitchen. I follow him.

"Callum has told us all about you," Elsie says. "Have you settled in okay?"

I nod and Luca smiles at me.

"She doesn't talk much, does she?" He asks Callum, as if I'm not there.

I feel my skin flush.

"I talk," I respond in annoyance.

"I'm only teasing. Don't mind me," Luca reassures. "I hope you don't mind," he says to Callum, "I invited Kadence and Leo to join us."

Kadence and Leo?

"I don't mind at all. The more the merrier." Callum hands a beer to Luca, and a glass of water to Elsie.

I tug Callum's sleeve, silently getting his attention. He leans toward me and whispers in my ear.

"It's alright, love. Kadence is another higher up employee. Leo is her husband, and her Little. They're both friends of mine as well. You'll like them, I promise."

As if on cue, I hear the doorbell again. This time, Luca answers the door.

"Hi guys," the girl, Kadence, says.

Kadence has long brown hair and brown eyes. She wears a bit of makeup, including winged eyeliner. She looks fierce. Perfect for a mommy/dominant. Leo also has brown hair, but instead of brown eyes, has blue. He has no scruff at all. They come into the kitchen to join us, and introduce themselves to me.

I start to feel anxious from the amount of people here. I know they're Callum's friends, but they're new to me and I don't know how to talk to new people. Callum retrieves beers for Kadence and Leo, as well as himself.

"You want anything, love?" He whispers to me.

I shake my head. I observe for a while, bouncing my leg. It's an anxious habit.

"Are you okay?" Kadence puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Fine. Just nervous." I force a smile.

"We don't bite, I promise. Well, I might." She winks, teasing. "Actually, you know what? I have an idea. Why don't Elsie and I take you for a girls night? You can get to know us better and we can have a few drinks. What do you say?"

Callum overhears and nods, putting an arm around me.

"I think that's a great idea. Leo and Luca can stay here and we'll have a guys night."

The girls look to me, waiting for an answer.

"O-okay," I respond.

"You'll be okay, baby. Try to relax and have fun. Kadence will keep you both safe," Callum reassures, kissing my temple.

***

Elsie, Kadence, and I take Kadence's car into the city, searching for a club. It's busy in the city right now, but we manage to find a parking spot, and stick together as we head into a club. We find seats at the bar and give the bartender our preferences. I don't drink a whole lot. When I do, I prefer wine; tequila if I want to really let loose. I haven't had the chance to drink since before I was kicked out of my home.

"I'll have a scotch, neat," Kadence orders.

"It'll be a virgin margarita for me," Elsie says, taking role as the designated driver.

The bartender looks to me next. What the hell? I'm supposed to have fun.

"A shot of tequila for me."

***

Callum's POV

Around midnight, the girls arrive back from the club. I rush to the door, alarmed, when I see Kadence and Elsie assisting Skye into the house.

"Is she okay?" I ask, taking her from them.

"She's fine, she just had a few too many shots," Elsie answers, apologetic.

"We had fun, though. We got to know each other. We should do it again sometime." Kadence smiles. "Babe, we should probably head home. I'm already getting a headache," she says to Leo.

Leo nods and stands up, taking her hand. Luca and Leo finished their beer a few hours ago and never had another. Plus, they had a couple glasses of water, so they're okay to drive.

"And I should probably get Elsie home," Luca says.

I nod and say goodbye to everyone, turning all of my attention to Skye. She's looking around with glossy eyes. She notices me watching her, and her eyes widen.

"Wooooww, you're cute," she slurs. "I got lucky."

I smile and help her to my room, where I'll have her sleep tonight so I can keep an eye on her. I help her sit on the bed and she grabs the collar of my shirt, pulling me down to kiss her. She tastes like tequila. Tequila isn't really my thing. I typically only drink an occasional beer, sometimes a little bit of scotch.

Skye pulls away from me and lets go of my collar, running her hands down my chest. Her hands roam down further, until she's tugging at the waist of my pants. Her hands fumble with the button, trying to undo them. So, she's a frisky drunk.

"Skye, no," I say softly, gently pulling her hands away.

"Touch meeee," she slurs. "I know you want to." She makes an attempt at my pants again.

"Skye, look at me. Listen to me." I grab both of her wrists, getting her attention. "You're drunk. I will not sleep with you when you're drunk. I'm going to get you a change of clothes, and you're going to go to bed. Understand?" I let go of her, find an old t-shirt in my dresser, and change her into it.

Skye tears up as her impaired mind slowly processes my words.

"You don't l-love me," she cries.

I kneel down in front of her, wiping her tears, and hug her to me.

"I do love you, Skye. That's why I'm not going to sleep with you right now. Because I do love you, and I won't take advantage of the state you're in," I murmur into her ear.

Skye sniffles and I rub her back. She pulls away from me after she realizes what I've said.

"Y-You do love me?" Her eyes are still glossy as she looks up at me.

"Yes, Skye. I love you." I wipe her remaining tears away and help her into the bed, under the covers.

"You looove me," she slurs. "Well good, cause I...I don't feel so good." She holds her head and groans. I'm quick to grab my garbage bin and hold it up to her, before she disposes of some of the tequila she drank.

"You need to lie down," I say sternly. "Get some rest. I'll go and get you a glass of water and put it on the nightstand for you. We'll talk in the morning when you're sober, hear me?"

Skye nods.

"Good. Goodnight, love."