I'm not quite sure how we make it into the taxi. Or how I end up on Mark's lap, kissing him like there's no tomorrow. All I know is since the second our lips met again, we haven't stopped for breath. I like breathing, but I like the feel of his lips a hell of a lot more.
Through the giggles and humming between us, I'm pretty sure I hear some comments from the others. I'm sure I heard Danny say it was a good thing that I changed before coming out. He's got a point. I'm not overly aware of what it would look like, but I'm sure that my arse would be on show right now if I was still in that dress...
There's a little part of me that feels bad for Sam. I mean, she's sat right next to us. And Mark is technically her brother. It can't be pleasant for her to see his tongue down my neck...But at the same time, I don't care. He's playing with my ear, so what else really matters?
“Come on, guys. We're home now.”
“Fuck off,” Mark mumbles against me. He grins at my happy giggle before endeavouring to blow my mind some more with those kisses...
“Mark, seriously. The taxi guy is giving us the evils. You both need to move.”
“Busy.”
“And so is he. Now come on. Move your arse.”
His grumble tickles my lips before he pulls away. My heart feels like it's been ripped in half. I whine, trying to push back to him. And even though he chuckles, my mouth only gets a quick little flutter in response.
“Don't be shit,” I whine at him, trying to focus on those eyes of his through the haze of my intoxicated brain. “Kiss me.”
“Hmm. I want to.”
“Then do it.”
“Hmm.”
“Alex, come on. Let's go.”
I tear my eyes from Mark to see Glen. Have his eyes always been that blue? They're like the sky on a stupidly clear day. Is that even possible? To have the sky in your eyes?
He holds his hand out to me. Usually, this would send fear straight into the core of me. The idea of touching anyone other than Mark is pretty much a no-go concept. But today is different. Today, I see Glen as someone totally new. Someone that I appreciate and wouldn't mind helping me out into the world outside of this little car. I smile at him as I take hold of his hand, letting him ease me out of the taxi and to stand in front of him.
“Glen,” I hum happily at him. “Glen, Glen, Glen.”
“That's right. Now come on. Let's get you both...”
“You're a good person, Glen. Did you know that?”
“Thank you. Come on now...”
“No, I fucking mean it, Glen. You're a really nice person. Like, I never really realised. And now, I do. And I just want you to know that you're great. You're really great.”
“You'll regret saying this in the morning,” he chuckles, moving us backwards for some reason.
“No. I won't. You are great. And you should know it. So say thank you.”
“Thank you. You weird little drunk, you.”
I beam up at his impossibly blue eyes and fling myself at him. He splutters in surprise as my arms locking around his neck in a bone-crushing hug. It's not long before he reciprocates though, chuckling happily as he does so. His hugs are different to Mark's. A lot different. His arms are around me, but I don't feel the butterflies. Those butterflies are clearly only for Mark. Mark must be pretty damn special then. His arms have a totally different effect on me. Hmm...
