The Heartbroken - S01 E20

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The Heartbroken - S01 E20

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He smirked. “Your

mom’s hot.”

I snatched it away

from him. “Oh, don’t

waste your time on her,

big boy.”

“Oh, I won’t. Not on her.

But you…” He pulled me

closer so suddenly that

I lost my balance. I

ended up on his lap and

when I tried to stand,

he only held me tighter.

“Seth, you have to—”

He cut me off with a

kiss. And, well… let’s

just say that even a

drunk Seth Everett

knows what he’s doing.

Any other moment, and

he would have gotten

himself a black-eye. But

knowing that he was

senselessly drunk, I

simply turned away and

tried to stand again.

“Everett, if you don’t

want to sleep on the

streets tonight, you

better—”

He kissed me again,

harder this time and I

had more trouble

pushing him away

because he was

pressing me to him

tighter. His hands

traveled from my hair

to my back and they

were suddenly

everywhere. One hand

crept under my shirt,

almost to my bra, but I

managed to push him

away.

“Seth, you—”

He pulled away sharply,

flinching away and

avoiding my eyes as he

said, “I know, I know,”

he said quietly. “You

don’t want me either.”

He was drunk, yeah. But

that bitterness? The

harshness in his words?

I had a feeling that

those were all true.

“You can sleep in my

room,” I said. His face

brightened up in a

mischievous smile, so I

gritted my teeth and

added, “On the floor.”

You would have thought

that phrase was an off

switch because his

shoulders slumped

almost automatically.

“Not tonight, Everett.

Actually, never ever.”

He smirked. God, even in

his drunk state, he was

still Seth Everett, inside

and out. “Never say

never, Evans.”

—

“TILL NOW! I ALWAYS

GOT BY ON MY OWN!”

Oh my god, make it

stop.

“I NEVER REALLY CARED

UNTIL I MET YOU!”

“Seth! Please! Just….

Just stop singing!” I

yelled at him. Only he

wasn’t just singing. He

was screeching like the

banshee itself. It made

my head hurt.

From the shower, I

heard him laugh, before

continuing to sing—

screech, as it should be

called—at the top of his

voice, louder this time. I

almost banged my head

on the wall.

And then the singing

stopped, along with the

shower. Finally. That

guy takes a shower

longer than most guys

actually do. And then

the bathroom opened,

revealing Seth.

In his f-----g birthday

suit.

“Oh my god, Everett!” I

said and turned around,

my eyes shut, my

hands over my face.

“Cover yourself, idiot!” I

didn’t see anything, I

didn’t see anything, I

didn’t see anything, I

swear I didn’t see

anything, especially not

his… thing. Arrrrgh.

He laughed, the sound

deep and throaty.

Without even seeing

him, I could sense that

he was walking

towards me. He

stopped just

centimeters from me,

his breath hot on the

back of my neck. Oh my

god, please tell me he’s

all covered now.

“What, Evans? Never

seen one?”

I flushed and I could

feel my ears heating up

as well. He must have

taken my embarrassed

reaction as an answer,

because he was

suddenly coughing. Well,

half-coughing and half-

laughing was probably

nore accurate. I could

tell that he was caught

off guard by my

reaction. It wasn’t that

I’ve never seen one. I’d

seen one years before

when a hobo suddenly

stopped in front of me

and flashed It, but I

didn’t count that

because he was

actually far away.