Promise Me

I snorted. “She doesn’t hate me?”

“No,” she reassured me. “Neither does my dad.” She wrapped her arm through mine and we walked in silence up the stairs to the cabin door. My hands were shaking as I tried to unlock it. Sky took the keys from me and unlocked it herself.

We went to the sofa and she sat down. She dropped her purse on the table and laid the keys beside her purse. She was already kicking off her shoes which made me chuckle. “Getting comfortable Ronan. This is going to be a long night.”

“Do you want something to drink?”

“I’m good.”

I nodded at her. Skylar sat close to me. That wasn’t unusual. We sat close to each other when we went to lunch. “Tell me what happened that night. Please Sky, I don’t like it that I don’t remember.”

She laid her hand on my thigh. My eyes traveled down to where her thin fingers rested on my leg. I grabbed them in my much bigger hand and squeezed them tight. I needed her now.

“I ran into you at Hot Shot,” she said. “You were there with your usual crowd. Skylar turned sideways on the sofa. She drew her feet under her. I released her hand and rested my palm against her belly. It was intrusive and intimate but I had to do it. She covered my hand with hers. I sighed with relief. She didn’t mind. Then she moved it a little to the right. “Feel him?” She asked me and I nodded.

I was quiet absorbing the emotions of feeling this child move inside her that we created. I waited for her to finish telling me how because I didn’t remember a goddamned thing. I moved my hand a little where I thought he was moving still and felt him again.

“Ronan, you were drunk that night but you were high too.” I nodded.

“I was,” I agreed. We smoked weed before we left Stokes’ apartment. We were doing shots all night. Then Mickey slipped us some coke at the nightclub. Maybe even some other shit that I couldn’t remember. I was messed up and amazed that I could even get it up to get her pregnant. We’d been partying for days. It was spring break and there were no classes. I had been busting my ass for weeks; hitting the books prior to break. It was a blessed relief to have time off.

“I was just going to say hi and you wrapped your arm around my waist. Practically groping my ass.” I looked up at her. My eyes never leaving her face. “You told me how beautiful I looked. Introduced me to everyone. Stokes made his usual crude comments. You told him I was special and off limits.”

I chuckled. She was. I wouldn’t let any of those bastards touch her but I had. Look at her now. I sighed heavily. “Then what?”

“You kissed me.”

She made it sound sweet and loving. Her eyes were sparkling. Skylar looked happy. How could she be happy about this? I couldn’t remember a damn thing about that night.

“You took me to a table away from them. You sat down on a stool and pulled me between your legs kissing me like you wanted me. Then you whispered in my ear, Skybug, take me home.”

“So you took me home,” I stated.

“I did,” she agreed. Her voice was soft as she remembered. “I should have stopped you Ronan. I was in control of my faculties. You clearly were not. You lifted me against the door. Your palms were pressed into my ass and one kiss led to another then we were in your bed.”

I shook my head. I couldn’t even remember kissing her. What clothes she was wearing. What it felt like to hold her.

“I liked it Ro,” she told me. My eyebrow shot up. “We were breathless, kissing each other. A pile of clothes remained in the living room while you carried me to your bedroom.”

“I found my shoes and shirt there the next morning and wondered about it.”

“Most of mine were there.”

Damn. “Were you a virgin?” I asked.

She smiled at me. “No, you weren’t my first. I didn’t have a lot of experience but you weren’t the first.”

“Thank god.”

“Ronan,” she scolded me.

“I have enough to feel guilty about,” I told her.

“Ronan we went to your room, had amazing sex in your bed and then you passed out cold after ten minutes of spooning with me. I left you snoring, face down on your mattress.”

“Not my finer moment.” I smiled at her with self-deprecating humor.

“I did say the sex was amazing Ro.”