• “Everyone's known someone they just can't help but want.
    Even though they just can't make it work out, the want to lingers on
    So once again they wind up in each others arms, pretending that it's right”

    Pixie sat in a booth in the back of the bar, alone. She had drank two or three Jack and Cokes, and was now staring at her cell phone’s display screen. The name “Ryan” and a phone number were displayed on the screen. Pixie sat there wondering if she should call him. They had broken up almost a year ago, and both had moved on. But here she sat, alone again on another wasted Saturday night. She bit her lip and pressed the call button.

    “Hello?” an old familiar voice answered. “Hey, Ryan. It’s Pixie,” she answered. “Oh, hey. How are you?” “I’ve been better, yourself?” “Eh, I can’t complain, so what’s up?” “Nothing much, just been thinking about you lately.” “Haha, ain’t it just like one of us to give the other a call after a couple drinks?” Pixie laughed and gave a grumbled ‘yes’ as a reply. He could tell she was a bit embarrassed, so he told her to come on over.

    Pixie hung up her cell phone and dashed out the door. She hailed a cab and headed straight over to Ryan’s house. When the cab pulled up to the house, Pixie paid the man and slinked out of the cab. She brushed herself off and adjusted her mini-skirt. As she walked towards the front door, she listened to her stiletto’s click against the cement. When she got to first step, Ryan opened the door and waited for her. She gave him a sheepish smile, then planted a kiss on his cheek. “It’s nice to see you, Pixie,” he said, ushering her in.

    Pretty soon, the two were plopped on the couch together, enjoying a bottle or two of Merlot, and catching up on old times. Both had forgotten all the fun they had together. “Wait, wait, wait, I have something that’s gonna bring back some good memories!” Ryan exclaimed. He stood up and put a CD into his disc player. Pixie smiled in remembrance as Eric Clapton’s “Wonderful Tonight” came flowing out of Ryan’s stereo speakers. They danced together to this song at a wedding while they were together. During the song was the first time Ryan told her he loved her.

    Feeling a bit nostalgic, Ryan held out his hand and guided Pixie out of her seat. He gave her a twirl and danced her around the living room. He pulled her in close, and surprisingly, she let him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lightly pushed her body up against his. He tightened his grip on her hips and just enjoyed her warmth.

    As the music flowed, Ryan found himself drunk and lost in Pixie’s green eyes. They were more intoxicating than any drink. Soon, he could no longer resist the pleas coming from those soft green eyes. He saw them begging him to kiss her, to touch her. He pressed his lips to hers and pulled her even closer to him. She didn’t resist, but then again, he never expected her to. He pulled the hair sticks from her long locks and let her hair flow down to the floor, just like she used to. Finally breaking the kiss, he pulled her away and looked at her. “You haven’t changed one bit, Pixie,” he whispered softly. She blushed and plopped down onto the couch. With a grin on her face, she reached down and un-strapped her shoes. Ryan took his shirt off and tossed it to the side. He kneeled on the couch and hovered his body over her, forcing her on her back.

    After several minutes of passionate kissing, Ryan decided that if they were going to sleep together, it wasn’t going to be on his couch. He broke the kiss and lifted her off the couch. She looked at him confused as he carried her out of the living room. Once she noticed where he was headed, she rested her head on his shoulder and mentally prepared herself for the inevitable.

    Ryan gently plopped Pixie onto the bed and lunged back at her lips. She gently pushed him away and looked deep into his striking blue eyes. She watched him inhale and prepare to speak, but she cut him off. She knew what he was going to ask, so she answered him before he had a chance to ask it. “I’m gonna hate myself in the morning, but I’m gonna love you tonight.”