"What are you talking about?" He asked. "My father will kill me if I go home like this. Look at me!" I shouted. "Maybe I can explain?..." He suggested. "No. It's fine." I lied. "Stay the night." He said. "I can't." I told him. "Its not a suggestion it's a preference." He said.
"Okay." I sighed.
He drove back to his house. "You're far too drunk to be going anywhere." He told me. "I'm not drunk. I'm hammered." I corrected. He gave a deep chuckle. "Damn." I let out in awe. "What?" He asked. "You." I said. He laughed again. That's all I can remember from last night.
I awoke today in my teachers bed. He wasn't wearing a shirt and had his arms draped around me.
"Morning, love." He whispered rubbing his nose against my neck as if he was burring it. "Morning." I mumbled. I looked down to find I was wearing his shirt. "Um... What happened?" I asked. "You don't remember?" He questioned. "I don't even remember getting out of the car." I told him. He pulled away. "Oh." He said getting out of the bed. "Wait what happened?!" I panicked. "Nothing." He lied.
"Oh. Shit." I mumbled. "No, we didn't. I didn't take advantage of you. We kissed. But I stopped you." He explained while getting dressed. He put a shirt on and began to button it up. "Today is Thursday. I-" "Shit! I don't have a change of clothes." I cut him off. "Oh... We could stop by your place." He suggested. "Yea and have my dad beat the shit out of you. No thanks." I said.
"Here." He tossed me a hoodie. I quickly through it on and wore the tight black jeans from the police costume.
