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hadn’t done this for a long time. Maybe not even since Saint was born, and that was a long time ago.
    He broke the kiss and then he leaned around me to take a long swig from his beer, wrapping his arm around my neck again. Then he whispered in my ear. “I love you.”
    I wanted to cry again. “I love you too,” I said as the song ended then I turned around and picked up my orange juice and drank it all down, the vodka hitting my bloodstream as the next song started.
    “I’m gonna go and get another beer.”
    The others in the room were joining in with the line-dancing, it looked a little crazy with every one dressed up in lots of weird costumes. But I wasn’t into that any more than Jason was, and he had a major passion against it. “I’ll come with you.”
    When he got into the kitchen he smiled over at me as he took a beer out of the fridge, and then he held it out. “Do your thing. ”
    I took it out of his hand and popped the top off on the counter edge by smacking it with my palm. He took it back from me smiling. “Do you want to go outside, for a while?”
    “Why?”
    “To spend some time alone. We never get to spend any time alone.”
    He took another swig from his beer.
    “Okay. I’ll just get another drink.”
    He opened the back door. I poured some more orange juice, and as my back was too him, I slipped another shot of vodka in it.
    He held the door for me as I walked out. I was going to settle into one of Lindy’s and Billy’s garden chairs, but Jason caught hold of my arm. “No, sit with me. We can fit in one chair.”
    He sat down, and then pulled on my wrist. “Come on.”
    With my free hand I lifted the skirt of my borrowed wedding dress and sat down on his lap, straddling his legs, with my knees bent up, facing him.
    “That’s better.” he smiled, swigging some of his beer.
    My fingers ran over his short hair, then down behind his ear, and down his neck. “You’re so good looking, even covered in a Zombie disguise, I can see what those girls see in you.”
    His fingers tucked one side of my hair behind my ear. “And you are still the best looking girl I’ve ever seen… so I’m not interested in what those girls see.”
    “But they aren’t mad… I am.”
    “You were always mad, Rach, it’s part of why I fell for you.”
    I sighed, drank my second glass of orange juice and vodka, then leaned down to put the glass on the floor, then I snuggled my arms around his neck and rested against his shoulder, getting more make-up over that suit jacket he didn’t want to spoil.
    “I miss you,” I said. It was a stupid thing to say, he was with me every day.
    “I miss you too.” The emotion in his words rumbled in his chest.
    His head tipped back as he drank his beer down, that was always a bad idea for Jason; if he kept drinking like that he’d have a major hangover in the morning.
    He leaned sideways and set his beer down, then his hand gripped either side of my head and moved my face so I looked at him. “Kiss me again… ”
    I smiled, and did.
    His hands gripped my ass, as his tongue danced about mine, and he encouraged me to slide a little closer.
    I broke the kiss. “We haven’t just kissed like this for ages, have we?”
    “I do know, Rach.” His hand cupped the back of my head and he brought my lips back to his. It spun me into the past, onto the dance floor when we had first gotten together, we’d done a lot of kissing then, but I’d already been pregnant with Saint, and so we hadn’t had much of a honeymoon period. All this was my fault.
    He broke the kiss. “Stop thinking about whatever you’re thinking about and just kiss me.”
    I smiled again and then I did, my fingers gripping over his hair and my tongue controlling the kiss. Yes, that was how I’d used to kiss him. That was how we’d kissed in the club the night we’d first hooked up. The grip of longing firmed in my belly, a little knot of want. It had used to be a huge knot of want, but that was the