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What is she wearing underneath?
The dirty thoughts creep in my mind, tempting me to imagine situations that won’t happen any time soon, and Bree is definitelynot helpingwith the subject in matter. It’s not like she’s completely conscious about her acts, but it’s not aiding me at all. They simply inspire my brain in need of some action.
I’m not sure what time is it. What is time anyway? I feel like a century passed since the last song ended. The last time that I checked the hour it was past midnight. We met Ryder and her roommates a while ago, and we spent a couple of hours together. Ash and Bree decided to play Beer Pong against each other, which was interesting because they’re both great at it, but it was also how the little devil ended up in these conditions.
When the song ends, I trace the line. I’ve reached my limit of what I can handle without getting a raging boner. If I don’t get a breather, I won’t be able to resist touching her more than I should, and I’m going to end up with a severe case of blue balls because I prefer to chop my dick off before I do anything remotely sexual with a drunk person. Unless she’s able to give consent, my hands are staying at her waist.
I’m sure that the temperature has blown up since she started dancing against me.Is it really that hot or I’m the only one feeling it?My whole skin is on fire, consuming me. For an instant, I wish that Bree wasn’t drunk so I would know if she’s okay with this.
“I need a break,” I tell Bree, pleading her with my eyes.
She simply nods, and I grab her hand to drag her out of the living room to a less transited area in the house. I want to go outside because the fresh air would definitely help me with the semi in my pants.
“Where’s the bathroom?” she asks, dragging the words. Her eyes sparkle and she has lost sense of her inhibitions. Her drunken tongue is heavy thanks to the amount of alcohol she ingested during the games. “I need to pee.”
I’m surprised it took her this long to ask for a bathroom. Alcohol usually turns my bladder into the size of a pea, and I have to go every thirty minutes. I admire her capacity to hold it that long.
“C’mon.” I make a gesture with my head, pointing at the stairs behind us. “Can you go up?”
She rolls her eyes.
“I’m drunk, not paralyzed,” she retorts.
Her body says otherwise because she’s not able to walk straight. Her feet don’t hold her, and she keeps stumbling against the wall to maintain her posture. I need to hold back my need to laugh because Bree’s so stubborn that she won’t ask for help to climb up the stairs.
Getting to the second floor takes us more time than it should because Bree won’t allow me to help her up. During a few occasions, I have to prevent her from eating the steps. I regret not leading her to the bathroom downstairs, but the line is too long, and I doubt that she could hold it that long.
“Will you stay with me?” she asks, her hazel eyes fixating on me as we both wait for the short line.
I move Bree so her back is leaning against the wall to stop her from staggering. I doubt that my reflexes would let her fall, but I’m not taking risks with her.
“Of course.”
I’m afraid that you’ll fall down the stairs if I let you on your own.
“I haven’t been this drunk since...” She trails off, deep in her thoughts. “It’s been a while. The last time I ended up waking up on a bathroom floor.”
Alarms blast inside my head.
“In a bathroom?”
She nods.God, how much does this girl drink?
“In my apartment,” she calms me, although I’m not sure she does it on purpose. Either way, my shoulders relax. At least it wasn’t a random bathroom. “I woke up and Cora was using it. It wassoooweird. Have I told you how much I admire her?” Bree changes the subject before I can even process the previous information. “She looks like she has no feelings sometimes, but she’s a fantastic person and… I admire her discipline. I love her a lot. I love all of my friends. They’re all amazing.”
Her flamboyant speech draws a smile on my face. Bree’s the kind of drunk that goes around professing their love for everyone that’s around. I can’t believe it. She’s the kind of person that’s always repressing her real emotions and only acts through impulsiveness. Expressing more than the chaos that’s always surrounding her is cute. She’sabsurdlycute in this state.
“Your friends seem like nice girls.”
She shakes her head effusively, without noticing how excessive her movements are. Her devil horns shift to the side.
“No, they’re great. I wish I could be more like them; you know. They’re disciplined and sure about their futures, and I’m pure chaos.”
Bree’s eyes are glossy, staring to a random point in the hall. This is something that I never saw coming. I’m sure that not even she planned for that confession, but it happened. I look around to see if someone is interested in our conversation, but no one is.
“I find your chaos pretty attractive,” I declare, fixing the devil horns on top of her head. My thumb caresses her cheek for a brief second.
Bree lips her bottom lip as I pull away. Her sight strays from me, and I know that I lost her. The moment forming between us is buried deep down in her brain. Especially when her lips arch in a wolfish grin.
