Chapter 4

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Edgar's pov

"What's up with you tonight?" Buster came running behind Fang "I'm sorry Edgar, he has drank too much. He doesn't usually do this kind of things"

He tried pulling him away "nooo! Don't pull me away... It's warm here"

I touched his forehead "he has a fever"

"Can you get him at his house?" Buster asked "he doesn't get off of you and I can't leave my apartment"

I sighed "fine! If that means he gets off me sooner" the girls where talking and giggling.

"his keys are here" he handed them to me "I had them from the beginning of the party, since he didn't look too sane to keep them"

I got out of Buster's house and  walked, mostly dragging Fang on my shoulder, to the house beside the one the party was.

I unlocked the door "Edgar?" Fang said between hiccups. I have never seen him in such a terrible situation before.

I closed the door behind me. That was the moment he got all lively again. He got up and before I could react he had already pinned me on the wall.

"I want you" I had a confused look on my face

"wha-at?" I knew that my heart was racing. And it was not from fear.

He leaned forward and pulled me closer. I let him kiss me, as I knew he was not gonna remember anything. He kissed me so passionately I was out of breathe in 3 seconds.

I couldn't pull back though! I wanted him to kiss me and hold me. There must really be something wrong with me. But at that point it was not my main concern.

He slided his hands under my shirt, while I was gripping his by the chest at first. But now, I was pushing his head forward by his hair.

He grabbed my thighs "jump" I followed his instructions and then he led me on the couch. A small moan escaped my lips when his crotch was pressed on my lower body.

I didn't care about the aftermath. I just really wanted to feel his body on mine. But the realization hit me anyway and I backed up from him. "we can't"

"why not~" I knew he was whiny but damn now it had gotten worst "I like you, you most definitely like me" he chuckled

"You are not sober, you don't know what you are doing" I could never imagine feeling bad around such a thing, especially if it had to be with him.

He made a sad face and then he lay on my chest and hugged me. I tapped his head as he fell asleep.

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