The Right Time

6. I Can't

Lucas

I was about to leave the bar. I went to the back for a smoke. When I passed by a hallway, I heard a conversation that made me curious. The voice also sounded familiar. It was the waitress the guys and I met earlier on. Cheyanne was her name. Apparently, she was asking someone to let her go because he was the one that cheated on her. I guess he couldn't take no for an answer. I heard smooching noises and I couldn't listen anymore. He was harassing her. I went around the corner, acting as if I was randomly walking.

"Lucas! Please help me!" She shouted.

"What is going on here?" I asked.

"None of your f*cking business, so go back to where you were coming from." That pissed me off. Who the f*ck did he think he was?

"Michael, let me go. You cheated on me, so we are over. And your girl is waiting for you at the bar." This f*cker had a girl, but was still harassing Cheyanne.

"You heard the lady." I told him, getting more pissed by the second. He left reluctantly.

"Thank you, Lucas. I couldn't imagine how far he would have gone if you hadn't shown up." She said. I would help any woman in a situation like that.

"It's no problem." I told her. I didn't like the way she was looking at me, like she liked me or something, so I walked away. As soon as I did, she grabbed my hand and spun me around. The next thing I knew, she was kissing me. Tongue and all. I was stunned for a moment before I started kissing her back. Our tongues were tangled together. It was getting really heated when I came back to my senses.

"Sh*t!" I punched the way behind her. She jumped, startled.

"I'm sorry. I thought... Never mind." She said.

"I have a girlfriend, whom I love very much. I can't do this with you." I could see that she was embarrassed, but I had to let her know. She walked away. I felt guilty, because I let the kiss carry on for longer than it should. I should have stopped it the very moment it started.

I left the guys at Jimmy's to go home. I didn't want Sarah to be mad, but I needed to be honest with her. I needed to tell her before anyone did. What was she thinking when she kissed me? What gave her the courage to do that? Was it because of me staring at her? Did the look I gave her lead her on or something? Damn! That is one of the reasons why I keep my eyes off other females unless necessary. I'm not being conceited or anything, but I was a handsome guy. I have a nice, drool-worthy body. I have money. Why would any girl not want me? I know I shouldn't drive while intoxicated, but I am more focused when I'm tipsy. I don't know how or why, but that's how it's always been.

I pulled up to the house and drove the car into the garage. I put the car in park and closed the garage door. I entered the house from there. I went to the living room and hung my keys on the key rack. The house was quiet as expected. I went upstairs and entered the bedroom that Sarah and I shared. She was fast asleep. I entered the bathroom and stripped down. I took a cold shower and stepped out wrapped in a towel. I brushed my teeth as if it could've erased the kiss. I went to the walk-in closet adjoining the bathroom and put on a tank top and sweat pants. I slid into the bed beside Sarah and she stirred, then opened her eyes.

"Did you just get here?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Did you have fun?" She asked.

"Yes I did." I started. "But something happened."

"What do you mean something happened?" She asked.

"A girl was backed in a corner by her ex boyfriend. He was molesting her after he cheated on her and she dumped him. I intervened and helped her, successfully chasing him off." I said.

"Then what's the problem? You did a good thing." She said.

"She thanked me, then kissed me." I let it all out.

"Well, did you reciprocate the kiss?" s**t. This was what I was avoiding.

"I did for a while and then I pushed her away and made it clear that I was taken. She apologized and walked off." I said.

"But you still kissed her back." She was disappointed in me. I could hear it in her voice.

"I'm sorry Babe. I know that I shouldn't have and I feel really bad about it." I said truthfully.

"I'll think of something that you could do to make it up to me." She said.

"I'd do anything to not have you mad at me." I told her.

"We'll see." She said, smirking. Why do I get the feeling that I'm going to regret saying that? Oh well. I went to bed hugging her and falling into a comfortable sleep, knowing she wasn't mad at me.