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oh heyyy

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They say that two a.m. is for the lovers asleep in each other's arms. What if you're not lovers, just two teenagers, two best friends, drunk, at two a.m.? What does that make you?
          
          Luke giggled drunkenly at the passing cars, pressing his face into my shoulder. "Liz..." he said, dragging out the 'z'. I smiled at him, feeling a little more loose and carefree than usual.
          
          "Luke..." I answered, intertwining our fingers. "We're drunk," I declared, taking another sip of the beer in my hand.
          
          "I know. Isn't it wonderful?"
          
          The truth is, I wasn't drunk. I had barely drunk even a quarter of the beer in my hand, and it'd been in my hand for the past four hours. Luke, however, was very tipsy. When Luke was tipsy, he was very touchy. Which wasn't a good sign for me.
          
          He slung his arm across my stomach, leaning towards me and guiding me to lay back down in the trunk bed. HIs face was inches away from mine, eyes hidden in the darkness of the night. I put my hands up against his chest as he leaned down, making him stop.
          
          "Luke," I whispered, "you're drunk."
          
          "Just a little bit," he replied, unfazed, "but I want to do this."
          
          "I don't think we should."
          
          "Please? No sex, I promise."
          
          I opened my mouth to object but he trailed his lips across my collarbones lightly, making me shiver. Then he pressed actually kisses to my neck, his fingers tightening on my waist.
          
          "Fine," I muttered when he pulled back to look at me. "Just no sex."
          
          He grinned and leaned down to kiss me, his lips tasting of the bland beer he had been drinking. Our kiss got more heated, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging lightly. I gasped as he kissed down my neck, into the V of my t-shirt.

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"No. If you still want to do this when you're sober, then I'll think about it, but right now, we can't."
            
            He sighed. "Okay, fine, but can we still cuddle?"
            
            He pouted at me and I was struck with how quickly he could go from hot and seducing to cute and cozy. "Of course," I said, snuggling into his bare chest as he lay down.
            
            His fingers began running through my hair, and as I fell asleep, I secretly wished that he would remember what had happened, and that our relationship could become more than what we were now: friends.
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He moved down my body, lifting up the hem of my shirt to reveal my stomach, which still had a bit of baby fat, the small amount that never seems to go away. He sucked on my hipbones, biting gently before trailing his kisses back up my torso.
            
            I tugged on his shirt, pulling it up over his head. My fingers ran down his chest, hooking themselves into the waistband of his sweats. I held my fingers on his hips as he kissed me again, one of his hands running up and down my thigh.
            
            My arms wrapped around his neck, holding him closer to me, his skin pressed to the fabric of my shirt. We continued kissing heavily, but as his fingers reached for the button of my jeans, I grabbed his hand, freezing.
            
            "We need to stop."
            
            "But—"
            
            "Luke," I said softly but firmly, "you're drunk, and I'm not going to let you do this if you're not going to remember it."
            
            "Liz—"
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I lay on the couch, trying to stay awake until Harry comes home from clubbing. He goes to parties and clubs every once and a while, but being surrounded by sweaty people, dancing, and spilling alcohol everywhere doesn't sound too appealing to me.
          
          My eyes flutter closed, despite how hard I tried to fight it. It's late, and I hope Harry will get home soon. I finally give in and decide to doze until he comes back.
          
          I wake up to the sound of a loud crash and then a string of curse words, and I soon realize it's Harry, and he must be drunk. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and stumble as I walk towards the front door, tugging down my shirt, which has ridden up.
          
          "Shelby!" Harry calls as the door slams behind him. I soon meet him in the foyer; his hair is unruly. He struggles to remove his shoes before stepping towards me, picking me up and carrying me back to the couch where I'd previously been.
          
          "Harry," I breathe as he lays me down on the couch without a word, his eyes roaming up and down my body. He grins mischievously before reaching for the buttons on my flannel shirt. I grab his hand to stop him and he chuckles, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand before continuing his actions with the other.

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My shirt is soon unbuttoned enough to reveal my stomach and he bends down to kiss my skin. He takes the hem of my leggings between his teeth teasingly and I gasp sharply.
            "You're so drunk," I manage to say, my voice strained.
            
            "Hmmm," he hums against my skin before nipping at it. My body begins to tremble as he bites down hard enough to leave a mark.
            
            "Stop," I gasp, trembling even harder. "Please, Harry. Kiss me."
            
            He looks up at me, a smug grin on his face. "As you wish," he purrs. The way he says it sends shivers down my spine. 
            
            He crashes his lips against mine, still holding my hands captive above my head. My bottom lip is taken between his teeth; my heart beats so fast I swear he can feel it against his chest. 
            
            His mouth moves to my cheek, then my jaw and down to my neck. From there, he licks a hot stripe along my skin until he gets to my earlobe, which he takes between his teeth.
            
            "What are you doing?" I squeak.
            
            "Does that feel good?" he purrs in my ear.
            
            The shudder I release is all he needs. 
            
            "Good girl," he says. "Such a good girl."
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