Sullivans 06 - Let Me Be the One

beneath her fingertips.
    His incredibly honed muscles just beneath the fabric.
    The lines of his ribs.
    The tendons that held everything together.
    Her hands had shaken as she tried not to do what the artist in her demanded she do—trace the rises and falls of his body.
    At the same time, tonight’s party had brought everything into such sharp relief that there was no way she could even try to deny just how wrong they were for each other.
    Everything was easy for Ryan. His career, his relationships, his family. She, on the other hand, had struggled her whole life with her art, with making friends while always heading to a new town, with fitting in as an artist in a military family. Where Ryan was so utterly comfortable in his own skin, she’d never known quite how to feel about her abundance of curves on a body that wasn’t nearly tall enough to carry them.
    And yet, strangely, she never used to worry about those things when she was with Ryan. Because she’d always been so sure that he didn’t look at her as a woman. As much as she’d often wished that he had over the years, it had also been tremendously freeing not to have to worry about any of that nonsense.
    She’d always been herself with him. Regardless of what she wore, or whether or not she had makeup on, or whether she ate all her food and then grabbed the last bite of his, she’d always known that he would still be her friend.
    Vicki absolutely, positively couldn’t lose that just because she was letting ridiculous fantasies take her over, minute by minute, day by day.
    Once and for all, she needed to kiss all those what if this turned real and my dreams came true? fantasies goodbye.
    Ryan needed to be with someone who could carry the pressure of being the partner of a famous athlete. It was laughable to think she could ever be that woman, not when it gave her hives even to think about it, especially now that she knew exactly how hot the spotlight was on his life.
    Fact was, she didn’t fit into his world as anything but a friend, and one day, when he found the woman who would be his wife, no doubt their friendship would be relegated to way in the background.
    And she’d deal with it.
    Probably in the same totally unhinged way she was dealing with it now, she thought with more than a little inner sarcasm as s he pushed into a group of men and women, young and flirting and already drunk, and put her hands flat on the bar.
    “I need a Scotch. Make it a double.”
    The sea of youth and blatant sexuality parted for her, likely because they didn’t want her obviously impending mental and emotional breakdown to kill their buzz.
    And yet, it wasn’t until the bartender slid the drink over that she realized what she’d ordered.
    Scotch was the first drink she’d ever had when Ryan had smuggled a bottle of Johnnie Walker into her garage late one Saturday night. Perfect Ryan Sullivan had actually stolen booze from one of his friends’ houses, then left the fun to come hang out with her instead.
    They’d gotten drunk together that night. Well, at least she had, and it had been so fun. She’d felt so loose, and warm, and even when she’d started to slur her words and had knocked over one of her brother’s bikes, she’d felt so safe.
    There wasn’t another soul in the world with whom she could have let her guard down like that. And the fact that Ryan had chosen her that night over his other friends, at least for those few hours, warmed her as much as the alcohol had.
    It was also the night he’d almost kissed her and she’d freaked out and pushed him away.
    Vicki sighed at the memory. Even at fifteen, she’d known that if he couldn’t bring himself to kiss her unless he was drunk and horny because his usual cheerleaders hadn’t been available earlier, she wasn’t going to have a prayer of respecting herself in the morning. So she’d pretended it was all a joke and pushed him away.
    He’d never tried to kiss her again. Not until the night she’d called him in on his white steed and he’d arrived at the cocktail lounge ready to protect her at any cost. Even if it meant pretending that he loved her as much as she had always loved him.
    Vicki took a shaky breath as past and present overlapped in her head, her heart. She wrapped her fingers around the cool glass and the rubies and diamonds on her pretend engagement ring glinted in the light from above her head as she lifted the glass to her lips.
    “The same for me.”
    The sound of Ryan’s