Chapter 67 I've been sleeping with Natte
I wind my fingers around his neck, up into his hair, kissing him harder, pushing myself into him, into this kiss, trying to ignite the fire I feel in my belly whenever Natte kisses me. Whenever Natte looks at me.
But it doesn’t come.
Was it always missing? Or is it because of Natte. Am I done for life now? Will I never again feel with anyone, how I feel when I’m with him. When he’s touching me, kissing me, making love to me.
Am I ruined to him?
I break off breathing heavy. Pine’s eyes are hooded, alive with love for me.
But all I feel is lost and confused and lonely.
And in this exact moment, I realize that I don’t want simple. I want Natte in all his crazy complicatedness.
I do love Pine, but I love Natte more.
It’s always been him my whole life. And I don’t want to lose him. He’s my best friend. My everything.
I have to talk to him. I need to tell him that I don’t care about the redhead. I don’t care about any of it. All the mistakes we’ve both made. We can start fresh from now.
I’ll tell Pine everything, right now, if that’s what he wants. I’ll do whatever he wants me to do. Because I love him.
Totally and completely love him. I always have. And I can’t imagine another moment in my life with him not in it.
I glance to where Natte was at the bar, but he’s nowhere to be seen.
Where is he?
“I’m tired,” I say to Pine. “You mind if we sit?”
I need to find Natte.
“No, come on. ” Pine puts his arm around my shoulder and steers me back to our table. “We can leave soon if you’d like?”
“Yes, that would be good. ”
Where has Natte disappeared to?
Pine smiles at me and plants a kiss on my hair.
I know I should feel terrible right now for Pine, but I can’t seem to muster any guilt up at all.
l I want is to see Natte.
I sit down in the chair next to Steve, the others now filled with Terry and Dennis.
She looks so totally smitten with him. It makes my heart tighten I did everything wrong.
“I’m just going to use the bathroom,” Pine says. “Then we can head back if you like?”
“Sure,” I say distracted. I’m just relieved he’s going so I can find Natte.
When Pine is gone, I take a surreptitious glance around the room, looking for Natte.
“He’s gone, honey,” Steve leans across and whispers in my ear. “Ben’s taken him back to the hotel. ”
I get this terrible, awful, sick feeling deep in my stomach.
“Did he … go alone?”
Steve slowly shakes his head, no.
My heart starts to compress in on itself.
I swallow down, my throat tight. “The redhead?” I have to ask, even though I’m pretty sure of the answer.
“Yes. ” He gives me a sad look, pats my leg with his hand, and picks up a shot off the table, handing it to me.
“Drink this, sweetheart. It won’t fix things, but after a few of these, things sure do start to seem a lot easier. ”
Holding back tears that are burning my throat raw, I take the shot. I put it down in front of me, pick the salt shaker up, pour it on my hand, lick it off and then throw the tequila back without hesitation.
It washes the burning of my tears away, leaving me instead with the welcome burn of alcohol.
I don’t bother with the lemon or beer, inside I chase it down with my margarita, downing it in one.
“You okay, honey?” Terry asks me, giving me a sympathetic smile.
She must know Natte’s gone back to the hotel with Vanessa too.
I plaster a bright smile to my face and nod, “Sure I am. ”
But I know she knows better. She knows me.
And the alcohol, well that’s just a soother for my heart, which is currently broken and laying shattered in pieces under the heel of a leggy redhead, who is more than likely, right now in bed with my best friend and only true love of my life.
And really, I only have myself to blame.
I hesitated. You can’t hesitate with a man like Natte.
Oh God. I’m so hungover. I actually think I’m dying.
After I found out Natte had left with Vanessa the redhead, I set out on a mission to erase the knowledge from my mind with the obvious help of alcohol. Basically I wanted to get slaughtered and I achieved just that.
By the time Pine had got back from the toilets, I was three shots in, and back on the dance floor with Steve.
I know he knew something was wrong with me. Honestly I think he probably thinks I’m overworked, or have developed a drinking problem from spending too much time with the guys.
Pine finally brought me back to the hotel around 12am as I was wasted. I remember him carrying me back to the suite. I think I was singing Mr savannah at the top of my lungs, and then I spent a long time in the toilet, throwing up.
Poor Pine. He doesn’t deserve any of this. He’s kind and sweet. And I’m the devil.
I stretch my stiff body out, groaning, I blink my eyes open.
Pine’s sitting in a chair by the bed, eyes on me.
“I got you a coffee. ” He hands me over a Starbucks container as I sit up in bed.
“Thank you,” I say gratefully. I lean up against the headboard and take a welcome drink.
“You went out?”
“Just to the Starbucks out by the hotel. I needed the air. ”
“Oh. Sorry I got so drunk. Terry? Did she get back okay? Is she on the sofa?”
“She stayed in Dennis’s room. ”
“What?” I ask.
Good for me, I did such a good job in pushing away love birds.
“Look, Shiv. ” Pine rubs his head, pushing his fingers into his hair. “Is there something going on with you? You just haven’t seemed yourself at all since I arrived yesterday. ”
This is it. I can either tell him the truth or coward out.
Natte and I aren’t going to be together. Not now.
The thought causes me actual physical pain.
And then I just know what I have to do I have my answer. Even if I’m not going to be with Natte, I can’t just stay with Pine because it’s easier.
Yes, I love him. But obviously not enough or I would never have slept with Natte.
Pine deserves to be with someone who loves him and him alone.
I put my coffee down on the nightstand and sitting up, crossing my legs in front of me, I face him.
“I have to tell you something. ” My body starts to shake. I take the deepest breath I’ve ever taken, trying to control my fears over what I’m about to do.
“I’ve been sleeping with Natte. ”