A/N: Okay, this was the second part of the chapter I was writing, so its gonna be a bit short. Cause like I said, this was attached to Chapter 12 but I wanted to go ahead and update for you guys :) I apologize for any grammatical things and whatnot, and thanks to all my readers, reviewers, story alert-ers and favorite-ers! I appreciate it more than you know!
Caroline reached out, taking Tyler's hand in her own, "Donovan. Its Caroline Donovan." She shot back, surprisingly able to speak, much less be on bitch mode.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Matt beaming at her comment. But as she said those words, Tyler's own had ran through her head as well; And how's that going for you?
He dropped her hand, raising both of his in mock surrender, eyebrows shooting up as if he was surprised at the 'new' information, "My bad. Congrats to both of you then." He said smirking, eyes glowing with arrogance as if he could tell his words were now going through her mind, "Well, it was still a pleasure to see you again, Mrs. Donovan."
Returning his attention back to her husband, he continued, "You to, Matt. Hope to see you around again?"
"What? Your leaving?" Matt frowned, "No way man, why don't you join us? We haven't even ordered yet. You eat already?"
Oh God no...
"Nah I just got here but I-" His eyes slowly glanced down at her. She met them with an icy warning glare, shaking her head slightly, telling him there was no way an hell he better accept the offer.
But her gut clenched as a smile slowly formed on Tyler's face. He turned back to Matt, "Actually? I'd love to. Thanks." Caroline's eyes widened, her mouth dropping open.
Her husband returned the smile, "Awesome, have a seat-" His eyes scanned the booths arrangement, debating, "...Caroline? Would you mind scooting over?" He asked gesturing toward the space she was occupying.
Her eyebrows shot up, "Why can't he just pull up a chair or something?"
"Care' come on, just scoot over..please?" He sighed exasperatingly, giving her a look.
She dared to lift her eyes to Tyler's, giving him a steely glare. He stared right back at her, undeterred and clearly trying to resist the upturning of his lips at her situation.
She opened her mouth to protest again, but knew it would be useless. So instead she huffed, and slid across the booth toward the window.
"Well thank you, Caroline." Tyler smirked, feigning politeness as he sat in the space beside her.
She offered him a bitchy smile, putting as much sarcasm as she could into her voice, "No problem at all."
Tyler laughed, turning to Matt, "Is she always this welcoming?"
Her husband rolled his eyes, and sighed tiredly.
What's that suppose to mean? He should've defended her honor like a good little knight.
Caroline would have been more agitated at this, if it wasn't for the fact she was now trying to deal with the close proximity of Tyler's body next to hers. He was so near, that she could feel the heat radiating off of him, smell that earthy scent that'd been on her skin just last night. She could still feel him moaning her name, vibrating every cell in her body..
Caroline...
"Caroline?" She jumped at the voice, looking over at Matt who motioned toward the red-headed waiter standing besides the table, notepad opened and ready.
"I...uh." Want a giant hole to appear beneath me so I can fall through it, please? And some sanity would be nice. "Can I just get a coffee?" She asked, knowing she wouldn't be able to put down any food with her stomach churning like it was.
The red-head nodded, smiling politely, "Of course, it'll be here soon." He turned and walked off.
Then she noticed the two men giving her strange looks. Tyler spoke up first, asking, "You're not eating anything?"
She looked over at the man sitting beside her, about to give him a 'Please stop talking to me while I'm trying so damn hard to not jump your bones right now' stare, when Matt piped up, "Didn't you say you were getting the French Toast? Weren't you not just freaking out over how they might not have it or something?" Tyler raised his eyebrows.
"Yea, well I changed my mind. I don't feel very good." And she was speaking the truth.
Matt gave her a dubious look, then shook his head, "Whatever, Caroline."
Now why'd he have to go and say it like that? Like she was some sort of burden he had to deal with? She had the sudden urge to just start screaming at him again. Why did he have to be so jerk-like sometimes, but so damn nice and sweet at others? Fuck him for making her so confused.
She was about to open her mouth to give him hell, but decided against it. Fighting with Matt in front of Tyler was the last thing she wanted to do. It would only further emphasize the fact about how right he was about their crappy marriage. So instead she turned to face out the window, watching the cars drive past the restraunt, vaguely hearing Matt and Tyler start up their guy-ish small talking again.
She didn't like this at all. Her stomach felt uneasy listening to the two. Even if they were harmless subjects, just the fact they were all in the same place together at once made her want to hurl. She didn't know what she was expecting that was making her so nervous. It's not like Tyler was going to randomly scream out 'Hey! I slept with your wife by the way.'
Maybe she was more worried about herself. She'd already flipped out seeing him come through the door, then she had acted all bitchy when he tried to introduce himself. Not that Matt minded the second one so much. And she couldn't help but notice the odd way his voice had tightened when he'd pointed her out. 'Tyler you remember Caroline don't you?' he had asked, but like there was some secret meaning behind it. Then again, maybe it wasn't very secret. It's not like Matt could have forgotten that they'd kissed, even though she begged him to know it'd meant nothing. He couldn't possibly care about that anymore though, could he?
She stifled a sigh, twisting her head slightly toward the two engaged in conversation. She didn't necessarily want to join in, seeing as that what they were talking about was uninteresting, but she was seriously bored out of her mind. And for her, going without saying something for this long was definitely going to cause some physical damage here soon. However, the thought of having a three-way chat with her husband, and her...whatever he was, was just downright nauseating.
Deciding against it, she settled back to watching the cars pass and letting her mind wander painfully to all the things she didn't want to think about. Not like it had to wander far though. All the 'things she didn't want to think about' were sitting right in front of her conversing about sports. Or in Tyler's case, sitting next to her. Dangerously close next to her. So close in fact, that she became aware his thigh was now pressed up quite snuggly against her own. Her breathing hitched as another wave of panic washed over her. It was quite irrational though, seeing as Matt obviously couldn't see under the table, but Tyler always caused strange reactions from her and she didn't trust she could keep it together while they were touching. When had he managed to do that? And more importantly, why? Why did he insist on trying to make her life more difficult than it had to be? It irked her to no end. She'd gladly take it over Matt's broody, 'fed up with her' attitude any day, but screwing with her like this wasn't fair. It's his fault she was in this mess in the first place! If it wasn't for his perfect body, velvet voice, dark eyes-
She stopped then, knowing how ridiculous she sounded. The more rational part of her knew it was most definitely her fault. But dammit, she didn't want to be rational right now! Every part of her was screaming in sexual frustration, wanting the man beside her on the booth. And the fact she couldn't have him right then was driving her mad.
God why does everything have to be so fu-
But her thoughts were immediately interrupted as she tried to stifle the gasp that had nearly escaped. Warmth had washed over her as the feeling of a hand began to brush lightly over her inner thigh. Caroline couldn't tell if she about to hyperventilate from panic or from how turned on she was, but the one thing she was certain of, was that Tyler was definitely in trouble.
And so was she.
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