Page 8 of Colin (The Doherty Mafia)
I arched my brows. “And yet here we are, in a movie theater, after we just had sex.”
“Stranger things have happened,” he replied. “Maybe I’m changing.”
“Or maybe I am changing you as a person,” I joked and grabbed the bottle out of his hand.
Colin nodded, like he wasn’t opposed to the idea.
“Maybe,” he said like he was thinking about it.
It was more than the fact that he was so damn sexy. I wanted to tell him I’d never met a man like him before. But I didn’t.
I didn’t want to ruin the good thing we had going.
For some reason, Colin and I didn’t run out of things to talk about like I expected we would. Wasn’t that what usually happened when two people met who were so different from each other? It was pretty obvious that we didn’t belong to the same world.
Colin was being protective about personal details too. He hadn’t told me his last name or where he was actually from. Neither did I know what he did for a living or anything important about his family. However, I was sure his job wasn’t completely above board.
I already noticed the way strangers reacted to him. He gave off the vibe that declared—don’t mess with me. Like he lived by some moral code, but one that not all ordinary people would agree with. While we talked, I tried to play a guessing game on what his profession was.
Boxer? Bodyguard? Conman? I couldn’t pinpoint it, and a part of me didn’t want to either.
The part that remembered what my profession was.
If anyone at the precinct found out what kind of guy I was watching a movie with—it wouldn’t be a good look.
But I was having fun, and this wasn’t serious. I kept telling myself I wouldn’t have to think about it the next day. Considering how much alcohol I was consuming that night, it was more than likely I wouldn’t have any recollection of even meeting him. He would be nothing more than a hazy distant memory.
At least, that was what I could hope for.
But he was so handsome…
I was worried he was leaving a permanent scorching mark in my brain.
Colin put his arm around me while I tried to push those thoughts out of my mind. I leaned towards him even though I knew we were treading dangerous territory. I needed to keep my distance from him if I had any hope of surviving the night without any permanent damage.
“You smell good,” he said, sniffing me. He brought his nose close to my hair and I felt his hot breath on my ears. That gave me goosebumps of excitement. Adrenaline rushed through my veins.
I couldn’t help but think about how amazing it would be to be fucked again. Nobody fucked me like he did, and I wanted some more.
But then he tightened his grip around my shoulders, and like an idiot, I rested my head on him. Why did I do that? What was I thinking?
It was the stupidest move I could have made because now, my heart thudded in my chest.
I blamed the alcohol for everything I was feeling.
I had to keep reminding myself I knew nothing about this guy.
He could be conning me right now.
His thumb stroked the curve of my neck as he held me. We weren’t even speaking anymore. Just staring at the movie in silence.
“I’ve never watched this before,” he said.
“Are you serious? You’ve never watched Casablanca?”
He shrugged.
“I get it now,” he added.
I buried my face in his chest and tried to hide my smile.
I didn’t think we would actually last through the whole film. I didn’t think I had it in me to make it to the end without either falling asleep, or getting up and leaving because the idea of love and romance seemed so outlandish.
I definitely didn’t expect a guy like Colin to make it to the end either.
I didn’t know much about him, but he didn’t seem like the romantic type.
And that was probably why I felt like we had an actual connection. Even though we belonged to two different worlds, we had similar personalities.
But we were both rapt with attention till the end of the movie, even though I knew the story.
He still held me in his arms and I had no idea how much of that whiskey bottle we polished off. I stopped keeping track because by now, I was deep in the fog of drunkenness. There was no point trying to control it anymore.
There were moments when I stole a look at him. He was staring at the screen, really paying attention—which amazed me. Was he just as drunk as I was? Or was he buying into this true love bullshit like the rest of the world did.
No way he would. He was smarter than that.
But it was sweet. I had to smile every time I glanced at him, seeing him so interested in the romance on screen.
