Two night stand

2 night stand.

Come 1am, we stood outside for a while. "It's your birthday hey? I would ask how old are you bud the badge just screams 22." He looks at me in almost a non drunk look and melts my heart. "You shouldn't be out here. You've just lost your dad, and you are unsafe, last week I could've been some kidnapper and hurt you. Sorry about that anyway. I think we should get you back." Obviously I cried with grief, most probably the alcohol but I don't know anymore. I texted Lexi the best I could but she had told me earlier she is going somewhere, can't remember where!

Getting into the taxi he would stare and say how beautiful I was I kept disagreeing but he didn't take none of it. He looked down at me, I could hear his heart in the silence, he moved my hair out of my face before gently brushing his lips against mine.

The taxi got stuffy as things got heated... It was like a half hour drive, I don't know what I'm doing, one minute I'm sucking his face, the next I'm crying. Can I just stop crying? Like ever? As the taxi jolts to a stop my focus went on the un impressed taxi driver who we gave £10 each too and got out. Putting two and two together in obviously not going home yet as we pulled up at what I think is his house... A small little house in the middle of an estate. Walking down the path way he randomly picks me up with my legs wrapped over his arms like he's cradling me. I just laughed by his way of being romantic.

I was carried to the front door where i gently kissed him, pulling away he put me down and fumbled for the keys. Walking into his living room I laughed loudly while I whipped off my shoes and threw them to the side. I found him again in his kitchen getting a glass of water which he offered me one. He leant on the kitchen side sobered up a little, and I was the same. He had pulled himself up onto the counter and I followed his steps and we sat on the top and just talked while we sobered up. I had the kettle next to me which I offered a coffee with a little help with where everything was. I made his coffee sitting on the top because my legs where jelly! I couldn't move so I was just like fuck it, I'm going to make one on the counter. I got him to get up and pass me the milk out of the fridge and as he passed it to me I didn't focus on what he was doing as I turned to pour the milk he help the tip of the carton, pushed it back up, I looked at confusion and he glared at me with a discrete look.

Still sat on the top and he was stood he would kiss me hard, holding my face and running his hands through my hair, I didn't hesitate to do it back. I jumped down to get out of the way of the coffee and he trickled his hand up my dress pulling it up over my head. He lead me upstairs to a room that was very messy with stuff everywhere... He kept kissing me hard. Pulling off his shirt I was stood in my new underwear set laced black as I only had my dress on that's all I had left covering me. Walking backwards into his bed while he still kissed me I fell onto his duvet while he fell over me... Then things became blurry. I felt like I've never been kissed before. We've never spoken without being drunk. I have a butterfly that's trying to escape my belly. This can't happen. I probably won't ever see him again. Why should I bother feeling for him? He probably won't like me, even if I did I don't know him anyway.