My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 3: Better Safe than Sorry

'Owe! It's hurting my back bend down Mallory!"

"I can't go on my toes any higher!"

I argued trying to catch my breath but his lips were so forceful that I was struggling to even do that. I pulled my fingers roughly through his brown hair and before I could of even realised what was going on, he picked me up barely taking his lips off of mine.

Still with my hands around his neck, our making out session still continued on, getting more intense by the second. When I noticed he was also getting out of breath, I undid my shirt and threw it on the kitchen floor.

He paused for a second, looking down at my white laced bra. Instead of stopping, he decided to continue kissing me even harder this time. It ended up to the point where as he was still surporting my body, we rammed againist the wall making out harder then before.

"Simon,w -w- wait." I could barely finish the sentence considering the amount of alcohol running through my body.

"What?" He replied in the same drunk- toned voice.

I took my hands away from the back of his neck and unwrapped my legs from his body until I stumbled to the ground trying not to lose my balance. 

Making my way to the kitchen counter bumping into almost everything in sight, I picked up my brown leathered purse and began to search inside. Once I found what I was looking for I held it in my hand and he glared at me for a couple of seconds in shock.

"Sweet."

He mumbled out as he took me by the arm and we stammered our way down the hallway until we fell upon this cold dark room which I assumed was his parent's room.

He switched the light on and slammed the door shut behind me.

Let's just say Franci's prediction was accurate.