Unforgettable

Chapter 13

Noah Pov

I watched Celine doze off, drunk as a skunk. She looked so cute curled up in the seat, lightly snoring. It was adorable when she demanded that I kiss her; it was difficult not to laugh as she pouted. I made sure to get home quickly since I wanted to avoid cleaning barf out of my car. I parked into my driveway, making a habit of letting her stay over.

"No, I want my room," She grabbed my arm when I tried to pull her inside.

"You're drunk. I can't leave you there alone," I continued to persuade her.

"Then, come," She could barely speak.

"How much did you drink?"  Worry began to replace the humor.

"A lot. I lost to Chad," She started to waddle toward her house.

I ran to her, trying to steady her, "Beer pong with Chad? You set yourself up, angel."

She shrugged and leaned on me, making our way to her house.

"Carry me again. I liked that," She seemed fully alert now, mischievously smiling.

I picked her up again, and she squealed, cute. I finally got inside and headed to her room, trying to remember the way. I opened her door and dropped her on her bed.

"You look good," She licked her lips, eyeing me again.

"I'm not touching you, drunk," She was making this so difficult.

"I'll touch you," She giggled again, unable to stop laughing.

"Nope. You'll regret it," I tried to emphasize my point but realized she wouldn't let it go.

"So you don't want me? You don't want this?" She got up from the bed, stumbling towards me.

"Celine," I warned.

She put one hand on my chest and another behind my neck, "Noah," She said sensually.

"Stop," I put her back in bed, making her groan.

"My feet hurt," I pulled off her boots, finding the act too exciting.

"Better?"

"It would be if you just fucked me," Her boldness shocked me, sending me to laughter.

"Change into something comfortable. I need to call my mom. I'll be back," I shut the door behind me as I walked out of her room.

I could hear her shuffling while I texted my mom.

"I can't come home tonight. Celine is drunk, and she wants me to stay in her room. Is that okay?"

"Don't have sex. Love you," My mom replied quickly.

"You taught me better, love you too. Don't forget to tell Dad." I put my phone back in my pocket and knocked on Celine's door.

"You decent?" I heard her giggle before replying.

"Yes," I slowly entered, finding her in a lacy bra and thong, "What do you think?"

I gulped, trying to control myself, "I think you need to wear this," I grabbed an oversized sweater from her closet and dressed her.

"No! I'm comfy like this," She tried to fight me as I clothed her.

"Please, Celine!" I begged.

"No!" She was quite the alcoholic.

"Fine, then I'm going home," I knew I wouldn't, but she refused to listen otherwise.