[ He feels himself shatter when he hears that. Even with the booze now warming his blood and flooding through him, he can't help but break. He loved Sam, he really did, but he wishes in this moment that he had never met her. Natalie is now the furthest thing from his mind, which might explain why his non-drinking hand has found its way to Chrissy's thigh, rubbing slow lines against her skin. He wants her, so badly, and he doesn't care about anything else in the world. ]
I-- I'm sorry. [ Because he feels like he has so much to apologize for, for the very fact that he had dared to fall in love with someone else when Chrissy loved him. He hopes that she still does love him, and he thinks that must be at least somewhat true, because she hasn't batted his hand away. ] You should have told me.
[ He can say that now, with the both of them so removed from that moment. If she had actually told him then, he isn't sure what would have happened. But now there's only heat, lust, running through him. It almost makes him want to cry. ]
Hey, um... [ They've finished their latest round of drinks, and Eddie slides a credit card across the bar. One hand reaches to scrawl out a very generous tip, followed by his signature, as his gaze remains solely focused on Chrissy. ] Can I walk you to your car?
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[ He feels himself shatter when he hears that. Even with the booze now warming his blood and flooding through him, he can't help but break. He loved Sam, he really did, but he wishes in this moment that he had never met her. Natalie is now the furthest thing from his mind, which might explain why his non-drinking hand has found its way to Chrissy's thigh, rubbing slow lines against her skin. He wants her, so badly, and he doesn't care about anything else in the world. ]
I-- I'm sorry. [ Because he feels like he has so much to apologize for, for the very fact that he had dared to fall in love with someone else when Chrissy loved him. He hopes that she still does love him, and he thinks that must be at least somewhat true, because she hasn't batted his hand away. ] You should have told me.
[ He can say that now, with the both of them so removed from that moment. If she had actually told him then, he isn't sure what would have happened. But now there's only heat, lust, running through him. It almost makes him want to cry. ]
Hey, um... [ They've finished their latest round of drinks, and Eddie slides a credit card across the bar. One hand reaches to scrawl out a very generous tip, followed by his signature, as his gaze remains solely focused on Chrissy. ] Can I walk you to your car?