Worth Something

Seven

We were in the line, and Ben noticed I looked sheepish. "Are you nervous?" He joked, unaware that I was actually terrified of going in there. I just shot him a look and he chuckled, "What are you so afraid of? I won't let anybody touch you."

He leant close and whispered in my ear. "You're mine tonight." As he began to pull back away, I grabbed his hair and kissed him.

Soon enough, we were at the front of the line. We got in pretty easily, and headed straight over to the bar. Ben got us a round of shots.

I'd never done this before, so when the vodka hit the back of my throat it burned. "You have to swallow it quickly, or else it will hurt," he leant in close to me. I couldn't help but feel turned on by how he'd flirt with me.

"What if I spit?" I widened my eyes at him, he smiled to himself and softly laughed. We got another round and took them down the hatch.

The later the night got, the more horny and drunk I got. I knew I was intoxicated, but I felt somewhat in control. "Lets go dance!" I pulled his hand without him being able to answer.

We danced together and after about twenty minutes we both decided to leave. On the walk back to the car Ben started laughing to himself. "What?" I asked.

"I'm too drunk to drive Evie, I'll get us both killed," he stopped walking. "Well I'm barely drunk, I'll drive."

"No, Evie. You're as intoxicated as me," he slipped his arms around my waist. I thought about it for a second and grabbed my phone.

"Hey why don't I just call James to come get us!" My drunk and slurred voice spoke as I attempted to type.

"Why don't we just go find something else to do, the night is still young," he tucked my hair behind my ear. "Something like what?" I smiled at him nervously.

"There's a hotel around the corner if you just wanna crash," he pointed. I nodded in agreement and we started to walk over, and he paid for a room.

When we got into the room I flung myself onto the bed. I didn't feel tired though. "Ben, you said on this date we'd watch a movie," I stated, looking at the TV.

"Then we'll watch a movie," he licked the door and jumped next to me on the bed. We switched off the lights, and I cuddled against him.

We put on the TV, which had some random movie on, it was Spanish with English subtitles. We decided to watch it because we were too drunk to change it.

"Ben."

"Yeah?"

"Why are we watching this?" We both began laughing.

"What would you rather be doing?" He asked me, switching off the TV. The light from the moon shone in, and we could just about see each other.

In that moment alone I wanted him. I knew I wanted him, and he knew I wanted him. But I couldn't have him, not now. Not yet. Besides, I'm a virgin, he'll have no idea, and I'll screw everything up. I don't really want to tell him either though.

"I'd rather be sleeping, I'm knackered," I rubbed at my eyes, the mascara began crusting in little dots on my fingers. I'd forgotten I was wearing it.

"You know what, me too," Ben said, to my surprise. I couldn't tell if he was doing this just to tease me, or if he really was tired.

Either way, watching a film in the dark would always make me tired. If we'd never put the film on I'd probably have fucked him, so I'm proud of myself. I don't need this right now.

Tonight with Ben was fun, and he wasn't exactly pressuring me into doing anything with him. It made me feel better around him, I trusted him. And soon, I drifted off in his arms.