Fool.

7: Hill

Wyatt and I walked til we found the edge of the cliff. We set the blanket down and admired the beautiful street lights below. "I bet you bring all your girls here" I said then took a bite of my french fry. "No, actually." With those words my body began to warm up. "I come up here alone to study mostly.... You're the first one I've took here, baby." He took a huge bite of his Big Mac which made me giggle. He opened a bottle of beer with his teeth with ease. "Want one?" He pushed the beer my direction. Who could refuse? I took it from him and took a sip. He grabbed one for himself, then moved close beside me to where our shoulders and thighs were touching. He wrapped his arm around my waist. At first I felt uncomfortable...but I didn't think he'll try anything.

Two hours later we were no longer sober. Turns out there was five six packs of beer....not
anymore.

We were both laying down and telling weird stories. "And then the rabbit fucking lost control and attacked me." Wyatt said slurring with every word. We busted out into drunken laughs. I rolled on top of him. "Ya know, darling" I ran my index finger down his face. "You're reeeeeeeeeally hot." He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over so he was on top. "You're reeeeeeeeally drunk. You're also--" he burped "hot... No, sexy." He smiled widely. "So are you dumb ass" I said and poked his nose. He leaned down and kissed me, sloppy, and hard. I pushed him back a little "what was that for?" I asked feeling...I don't even know. "It just felt right." He said and kissed me again, lighter this time. We did a few more light kisses, but then become more hard, but still in sync. As the kisses got more sloppy he moved to my neck. He started to suck on my skin leaving little love bites. I ran my fingers through his soft hair. My breathing was irregular now, and I felt Wyatt becoming hard against me. He got lower to my chest and started to pull down the sleeves of my dress exposing my shoulders. He pulled down the neck of it exposing my bra and chest. He started kissing from the shoulder down to where my bra hooked together in the front. He snapped my bra strap trying to seem flirty....

It woke me up from my trance.

I rolled over and got up from the blanket, adjusting my dress. "What's wrong, baby?" Wyatt asked as he sat up. "I'm not ready for that, I just met you. I my be drunk...but I'm not that drunk" Wyatt tried to stand up and walked over to me. He was wobbling and could barley stand. He put his hand on my cheek and said "sorry, baby. I got carried away. Don't be mad. I'm sorry. Lay back down with me?" He kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes. He seemed genuine.

We lied back down and looked up at the stars. We had a contest to see who can name the most constellations. After a while, we both drifted to sleep cuddling. Half eaten burgers and fries were everywhere, along with empty beer bottles. The night was cold, but our body heat together made us warm.