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After walking for a long while we make a stop infront of this majestically beautiful gate. I'm probably seeing things because I'm drunk but it feels real when I touch it.

He says we should jump over because he has misplaced his keys and his gave his staff the day off.

All of this should sound suspicious but I'm too intoxicated to care.

He breaks into the house and the alarm goes off. He punches in the code and the night becomes dead silent. The silence is kind of eerie.

All of this should be alarming but I'm too drunk to care.

The ringing of his phone makes me jump. I guess I do care.

I can't hear who he's talking to or what he's saying exactly.

"It's the security people, happens all the time." He informs me in a whisper.

All the time?

I begin to wonder how many girls have jumped over the gate with him. The thought makes my heart to throb in an annoyingly painful way so I let it go.

"Why are you whispering?" I'm also whispering.

"You're also whispering..." He nods as he whispers to me.

"We're really drunk," I say and we both laugh.

"Are you sure this is your house?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Because we did a lot of breaking and entering..." Grasping onto words is a bit difficult when one is drunk.

"Yes we did..." He nods and we both laugh.

"What do you do?" I ask the question as soon as it pops into my mind. This person lives inside of a palace.

"I do a lot of things."

I nod as if he's just told me something amazing.

He abruptly takes my hand and I follow him.
He leads me into a room. I'm guessing it's his. He pins me to a wall and before I know it, his warm lips are on mine. I allow the kiss to go on and on. I honestly don't want it to stop. It's as if I've been warped into wonderland and I don't want to leave

I don't know where my hands are.
I don't know what I'm going.

What am I doing?

I'm kissing the wrong person!

I feel a sharp pain in my chest. No, not again. Not right now.

I begin to hyperventilate.

The kiss breaks and I'm snatched away from his embrace.

"What should I do? What's wrong?" He's in a panic and to me his words are distant and faint.

He leaves the room and he returns with a glass of water.
I'm on the floor, writhing and screaming in pain

He assistts me with drinking and it's a bit of a struggle at first. I finally come down but everything is a bit of a blur and I feel very cold.

I pass out.

I wake up and I'm in his arms. I pass out again.

***

When I wake up in the morning my head is throbbing. I notice I'm alone on this king size bed.

"Morning sleepy head." He's standing over the edge of the bed.

His voice sounds so perfect. I would say it is a sound for sore ears if there was ever such a thing. It is quite soothing after that embarrassing panic attack from last night.

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