BLAKELYNN
I groaned as I sat up in bed. I don't remember anything from last night. I honestly don't even know how I got back to the apartment.
The last thing I can recall is dancing with Dansby, before going to get more shots. My head was pounding.
I hope I didn't just pass out in the car last night while Dansby had to drive for hours. That would be a little unfair and boring for him.
I groaned as Dansby knocked loudly on my door. This was the worst headache ever. He let himself in and sat at the corner of the bed.
"What happened last night?" I asked.
He didn't say anything, but he started to scratch the back of his head. "Uhhhh..."
"Dansby, just tell me."
"I'm sure you'll remember on your own terms," he shrugged.
"Dear god, what could be so bad that you couldn't tell me?" I asked. "Im serious. Tell me."
"Well...youkindofgavemeheadinthecar," he rushed out.
"Can you repeat that a little slower," I asked.
"You kind of gave me head in the car," he said, not looking me in the eyes.
"Damn," I said. "Anything else?"
"Uhhh... you took your shirt off for the whole ride and you had to bra on, but other than that no," he responded.
"Was it good?" I asked him. I was genuinely curious.
"W-was what good?" He asked.
I looked at him like he was stupid for a couple of seconds.
"Oh you mean the head," he said, trailing off.
I nodded my head, staring as I tried to read him.
"It was good- better than good," he said quietly.
"Can you stop letting me get drunk?" I asked. "I do a lot of stupid shit when I get drunk."
"So far I've thoroughly enjoyed every time you got drunk, but that's just me," he said stretching the back of his head.
I laughed. "That's because every time I've gotten drunk around you, you get something out of it."
"Exactly," he said laughing. "That's why I see no problem with you getting drunk."
"Shut up," I said, joining him in his laughter.
We both stopped laughing after a couple of minutes. The both of us were quiet and looking at each other in the eyes.
There was like a gravitational pull between us. We were getting closer and closer until there was no space between us.
"We shouldn't do this," I breathed.
"Why not?" He questioned before he put his lips to mine in a gentle kiss.
He pulled away and looked at me. My face was blank. "Blake?" he questioned.
I didn't respond. I smashed my lips into his. My kiss was hungrier than his was. I'd never kissed anyone like this. No kiss has ever felt like this. This kiss was so passionate that it was almost scary.
We jumped as my phone rang loudly from my pocket.
"Hello?" I panted. I could feel Dansby's eyes on me.
"Oh, hey, Khalid," I said. "Your in town?" I asked. I waited for his response. "Yeah. I'll get lunch with you. What time?" I paused, waiting for him. "Okay, I'll be there. See you soon."
I turned to Dansby. "Do you want to go to lunch with me and Khalid?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I have a meeting for an endorsement soon," he said.
"Alright, well I'm going to head out. I'll see you later, and I'll cook chicken spaghetti for dinner," I said, walking out the door."
Everything with Dansby felt awkward suddenly. I had no idea how he felt. What did that kiss mean to him?
All of my feelings were very evident in that kiss. There was no way that he didn't know that. The kiss was too passionate from my end for him to not know how I felt now.
But the question still remained. What did that kiss mean to him?
