Running Into Fate

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The next morning I awoke from my drunken slumber with a pounding headache from the devil himself.

Not only that but I was in a large white shirt and checkered blue and red boxer shorts, in an unfamiliar bed.

In a panic at the least I started thinking the worse.

"I went home with a guy! Oh my god Drew is going to hate me! What have I done? What if I am pregnant or I have a STD? Where the fuck are my pants!? Wouldn't I remember if I had sex?"

I just wanted to scream!

"Should I walk out the door or should I go look for who ever brought me home?"

The bedroom I was in kind of looked like my room only different. It was clean, different bed and decorations but same layout. Did I sleep with someone in my building complex?FUCK!

I didn't know what to think. I had never been in a situation like this. All I knew was that I wanted to go home.

So I quietly creaked the door opened, tipped toed down the short hallway to realize that I wasn't just in anyone's house, I was in Drew's.

I paused as I looked at all the familiar decorations I saw the first time I had been in his apartment, and sighed in relief.

But, why was I at his house and in his clothes? Slowly and silently walking over to the big navy blue couch, Drew was laying there asleep. Softly snoring with his shirt off, I felt as if I were violating him with my eyes. He was always so beautifully tempting. He was just such a captivating human being.

I pushed aside his legs as I sat down on the edge of the couch with him.

He yawned and stretched out his arms and legs then opened his eyes.

"Well good morning beautiful! It's nice to see that you are alive!" He said in a completely sexy sleepy morning voice.

His voice was so raspy I just wanted to fulfill my urges and jump on top of him. That is if I hadn't already last night.

"What happened last night?" I said not actually wanting to know what happened.

"Well, you got overly intoxicated to say the least. You had a good time for awhile, we danced. You're actually not a bad dancer when you are wasted. Then you just keep drinking and started getting sick, you puked everywhere and all over yourself. So I carried you back to my apartment. I cleaned you up and changed you into my clothes, then put you to bed. I fell asleep on the couch. I didn't want to take you home and take the chance of you getting even more sick. I felt better having you stay here with me so that I could make sure you were taken care of."

I didn't even know what to say at that point.

I was embarrassed that I had puked all over myself in front of him and then he had to carry me home, but I was so grateful that he cared enough to take such good care of me.

I smiled and opened the cover he was under, and began to lie down beside him on the couch. Then out of nowhere I finally grew a pair of balls. I put my arms around him and hugged him.

His hug was so warm and comforting. I held on to him so tight, I just didn't ever want to let go. His hugs felt like home. The feeling was weird. It's like that day was the day when everything actually started. I could have just stayed in that moment forever. I put my head on his chest listening to the sound of his heart beat, when he then lowered his lips down and kissed me on the forehead.