His breath reeked of alcohol. Then again, so did mine. I watched him nurse an entire bottle of beer throughout the night. Personally, my poison was vodka. It gets you places faster and by places, I mean drunk.
Regardless, someone always told me mixing drinks increased the risk of dangerous situations. I guess they were right.
It was sloppy. He was sloppy and sweating and so goddamn fucking hot. Honestly, everything looked so fuzzy that he could have been the ugliest guy on the planet and I would have still fucked him. Shit, it felt like I was staring through an unfocused camera lens.
When I kissed him, I tasted the beer. When I dragged my tongue down his ribs, I tasted it. He pumped it from his lungs like carbon dioxide and breathed it down my throat. I swallowed every ounce that I could. I didn't care if it would kill me.
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philophobia
Romancephilophobia - the abnormal, persistent and unwarranted fear of falling in love or emotional attachment. ----- Jamie Benn is top dog, prom king of Cedarwood High School, home of the Coyotes. He's the most popular guy in school with the hottest girlfr...
