Paint Strokes

Chapter 2: Party to remember.

A/N: I was so eager to get this story rolling so I decided to post Chapter 2. Tell me what you think :)

Chapter 2: Party to Remember

After that startling revelation from Mia, I haven’t seen either of my friends but I'm to drunk to care right now.

Currently I am in the middle of playing the drinking game Animal. We have 5 people playing and I have currently taken 5 shots. 1 more and I’m out. My friend Tyler says Horse and I can’t think of any animals that haven’t been said that start with E.

 

Admitting defeat I take the shot and laugh when they all cheered and then stumbled away because I really needed to pee.

I muttered apologies to the people I bumped into and made my way upstairs.

I stumbled into the bathroom and closed the door. 

I stand still for a moment to regain balance then quickly pee and stumble out. I continue to stumble along the hallway before I run into something hard.

“Okay…. Ouch.” I mumble rubbing my nose.

Due to not being able to see I reach my arms out and come into contact with a cotton shirt.

Okay so obviously I’m not drunk enough if I can tell what type of material the shirt is made of.

Wait shirt…

 

My hands continue to wonder as they explore the broad surface in front of me. I reach up and run my fingertips along vast muscle.

Feeling the heat coming from the skin I’m touching makes me want to cuddle into what ever is in front of me.

 

A deep husky chuckle brings me out of my daze.

Wait… Shirt…Heat…Muscle…Skin…Shit!

 

I drop my hands quickly and feel my cheeks warm up. I try to ignore the fact that I just totally felt up some random stranger and try to move past them.

Try being the operative word.

The male in front of me blocked my way as I went to walk past him.

I stopped when I felt his heat come closer, the outline of his head coming closer to mine.

“What’s the hurry sweetheart.” He whispered.

Oh lordy.

Ignoring him I try to get past him to the stairs, “Uh…excuse me mister. I have to go back down stairs.” I said brushing past him.

I felt rather than saw him follow me down stairs. More than once he saved me from tumbling down.