5 words.
I was drunk(or 3 words).
At least, I was.
I had woken up with a couch on top of me. I flinched as an arm fell on top of my chest. It was Marco, and he was shirtless. It was 6:00 am and people were still at my house, talking and some on the ground, sleeping. Marco hugged me, and I noticed I was shirtless too. Brian was right next to me, smiling in his sleep. WTF....
2 hours later~
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" someone screamed in the background. My world was spinning right before my eyes. I felt them closing, when a strong hand shook my shoulders, they bolted right open.
"You throw the best parties" Marco slurred his words.
"I know" I said, laughing. Why was I laughing?
He put his arms around me and pulled me close to him, his breath tickling my neck. Damn, what was this feeling, I had never felt it before. Usually, I would be disgusted by him and would be pushing him away, but I stayed there, his warm breath in my face. We had finished playing hours ago (or should I say, minutes ago) because we had simply grown bored. Karim and Mia were no where to be found, so I was alone with Marc. Suddenly I got nervous. I was alone with a guy. Then a sudden rush came over me and I relaxed in his arms. I was no longer afraid, in fact, I felt confident and better than ever. Thats when I looked down to my lips and noticed a bottle in my mouth.
Marcos was holding the bottle and carressing my hair. I shuddered and lightly pushed him playfully.
I didn't like this one bit
