"no way!" he shouts, "there is no way in hell that you could beat me at beer pong."
"I guess there's only one way to find out," I smile and stand up.
Sometime in between me loosing beer pong and luke boasting about it, I realize that Luke isn't so bad. Maybe it's the alcohol running through my veins, but he's actually really cool.
We make our way to a couch where there aren't a bunch of couples making out and sit down.
"So since I won beer pong," his arm slides around my waist pulling me closer to him, "what's my reward?"
"I guess that's really up to you isn't it?" I shoot back, not sure what else I could have said.
"I could think of a few things that you could do for me," he looks at my body up and down and licks his lips.
Normally, I wouldn't do these things, but alcohol makes me confident to say and do things I wouldn't usually do. I stand up without another word from Luke and straddle myself on top of him. Without giving myself time to overthink anything I press my lips against his. He immediately kisses back and grabs my hips.
I move my hips slowly knowing it would drive him crazy and he lets out a small moan.
Before I realize what is happening, Luke is leading me up the stairs and into a random room. The last thing I remember from that night, is walking into that room.
