By the time I tossed the butt, I finally accepted that it was time to go back to wallowing at home.
I turned my car back on, and did a shoulder check just as another car slowed to a stop in front of Ryan's house.
To my chagrin, Ryan climbed out of the passenger seat, stumbling onto the road before he righted himself.
What the fuck? He was drunk...
My stomach dropped as I saw the shadowy figure of a man in the front seat and the next thing I knew, I was outside of my car, marching over to Ryan before the driver even got his door opened fully.
Ryan's eyes widened dramatically when he saw me coming. Just as I reached him, he swayed and I caught him by the arms, holding him still.
I nearly asked him what the hell he was doing bringing someone else home, but he was drunk and it wasn't on him. Still, I had never felt so defensive and possessive in my life and the moment Ryan was steady and the guy stepped out of his car, I was on him.
“What the hell man, he's fucking drunk!” I shouted, shoving him by the shoulders before I realized who it was.
“Jesus! I was just bringing him home. Fucking calm down, Kamran. I'm not planning on fucking your drunk boyfriend and if I knew what a goddamnheathenyou were going to be about it, I would have called you to pick up his drunk ass to begin with.”
Half way through Dave’s passionate speech, I realized who I was talking to, froze, looked at his car, back at him, and wished I had half a brain cell.
He stopped talking, hands on his hips, waiting for me to say something.
“Uh...”
“What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were too busy with yourwifeto see him tonight.”
I cringed.
“I guess it's all out then, huh?”
“You could say that.”
Suddenly, Ryan, having made his way around the front of the car, put his arms protectively around my shoulders.
“Stop bullying him,” he said crossly to Dave.
Dave gaped.
“He's the one who attacked me.”
I had to hold back a smile to reply.
“I thought?—”
“Yeah, I know what you thought,” Dave said, sighing. “No need to get all alpha, okay?”
“He won’t do it again,” Ryan promised, his words melding together in that way only a few drinks or a stroke could do.
I finally looked at him. He was right in my face, smiling at me softly, leaning almost too much of his weight on me. I didn't mind, keeping him up with an arm around his waist and unable to help the warmth that coursed through me like a shot of fireball.
“You okay?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Yeah,” he said and for some reason neither of us could stop smiling. “You came to surprise me?”
“I might have missed you a bit,” I admitted.
“This is so weird,” Dave suddenly whispered.
