Way Back Into Love

Chapter 14

Chris's POV

After we got bored watching Netflix, I invited her to drink and she said 'yes' so.. Well, it's not actually 'yes' but it kinda means like that.

I watched her drink the whole bottle of vodka. Wow. This is my first time watching a girl drink a whole bottle of vodka. And I can tell that it's not good. First, because she has problems. I know. I understand. Hell, I understood everything she felt even before. I was better than Jason, if she can see that.

She is talking nonstop. About work, Jason, then about s*x and she just talk and talk until she stood up. Walk towards me and strip her clothes off.

My eyes widen. She's just drunk. Way too drunk to know what she's doing. She's just drunk.

"Do you want me to show you how Jason and I we're having s*x?" I gulped. She's on her undies and I can't just...

It's very hard being a guy, you know?

Especially when you're in love with your best friend's girl. Well, Jason's not actually a best friend, but kind of a friend.

"Uhhh, no?" I gulped once again and it was so tempting I got stiff.

She sits on my lap, her body's facing me. My heartbeat quickens. She's too close. And I'm so close to giving in. Just please. Not today. Maybe when she's single. But not today.

And she kisses me. She tastes like vodka and strawberries. I can't stop. But I tried. Only to find myself pulling off my shirt and carrying her to my room.

We hooked up. But we didn't have sex. Well, almost there but thankfully I managed to control myself.

Jane's POV

I cannot remember what happened last night. My head hurts. And I'm only wearing my underwear. Where are my clothes? Why am I in Chris's room? Why does he have no clothes on? Oh my gosh. Did we..? No way.

I got up. A sudden pain hits my head hard and I try to stop it. It worked for some time. I made my way downstairs and found the clothes I wore last night sprawled on the floor. I picked it up and put them on.

I don't have any idea but I think I hooked up with Chris.

I felt guilty. But I also feel happy at the same time. Like, it's a different feeling.

I cooked eggs and bacon when I found one. When I finished cooking, Chris came out of his room.

"Hey," he says when he saw me. "Hi," I managed to say in return.

We ate in silence. Careful not to bring up what happened last night. But I asked it anyway.

"Hey, Chris, uhh, what happened last night?" As I asked this question, his cheeks turned pink.

He explained everything. How I got drunk and end up in his bed. He says he's sorry for what he did and that he didn't mean it. I forgive him. After all, it's not his fault.

"Do you want an ice cream?" He asked afterwards and I said yes.

Suddenly we're in an Ice cream parlor.

And you won't believe what I saw.

Carmen and Louis.