He then—
Placed his soft plump lips on mine.
I didn't want it to stop.
Even if he didn't remember it tomorrow.
Our lips were in sync.
Nothing was stopping me.
I pulled him closer and deepened the kiss.
I wrapped my legs around his torso.
He picked me up and brought me to the bed.
I tugged at the sides of his shirt.
He slipped it off.
Then he backed away.
"What's wrong, did I do something wrong?" I asked cautiously
"No, no you're fine. Are you sure you want to do this." He asks as if he cares.
I stand up off the bed and walk closer to him.
I place my hand on his cheek.
"Yes." I simply say.
He then grabs my face and starts to kiss me again, but this time it's different.
It's more passionate than aggressive.
He places his hand on my shoulder and slides the strap of my dress down slowly.
He looks at me again.
I see a feeling of worry in him.
I nod my head.
He slides the other strap down and the dress falls to the floor.
Then he pauses.
He looks at me from head to toe.
And bite his lip.
That. Made. Me. Weak.
He grabbed my waist and picked me up.
He laid me down on the bed gently and started to kiss me all over.
Leaving hickies to remember this moment.
Not that I would forget.
And then it hit me.
If he didn't feel the connection why did we do this.
Alcohol doesn't make you do things you don't want to do.
It's just a substance.
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I had woken up and realized that everything was a dream. Me and Grayson didn't do anything.
He leaned in just to tease me and took the remote.
That's all.
