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Then she throws up all over the sidewalk. And my shoes.
DRUNK FACE
WILL
About four minutes ago, I threw up on the sidewalk. And possibly Derek’s shoes. I only estimate four minutes because I know how long it takes to get from the bar to my apartment building. But given my inebriated state, my impaired walking may have caused it to take longer.
As Derek helps me up the stairs, I realize I’m too drunk to be embarrassed about just throwing up in front of him and maybe on him but I’m a hundred percent sure I will feel that tomorrow.
He unlocks the door, flipping on the light leading into the living room, one hand still gripping my waist. My brain is fuzzy and my legs feel a little wobbly but I must be swaying much worse than I realize.
“Let’s get you into bed,” he says, steering me down the hall toward my bedroom.
I giggle, attempting to lean into Derek rather than hit the hallway walls. I feel very close to a human ping pong ball at this point.
He pauses in front of my door, and if I were more sober I might interpret it as hesitation. He’s never been in my room before. Ever. Not in all the time I’ve known him.
Once we’re inside, he sets me down on the edge of my bed. “I should get you some water,” he says. “And aspirin.”
I’m already sliding my shoes off as he goes to retrieve what I assume will be the items he just mentioned. He’s only gone for a moment before returning and placing both of those things on my bedside table.
“Do you need help?” he asks, as I struggle with the zipper on my pants.
“No,” I say, poking my tongue out. “I can get it.”
I struggle for several more minutes before giving up and falling back on my bed, my legs still hanging over the edge. “Just kidding.” I laugh. “I give up.”
For a moment, I think if I close my eyes I’ll instantly pass out. But then I feel Derek’s fingers brush my outer thigh as he reaches for the zipper and slowly pulls it down. The faint noise it makes is the only thing I can hear aside from both of us breathing.
“Lift up,” he says, his fingers hooking into the top of my pants.
Thrusting my hips up, he pulls at the leather, clearing my bottom and then down over my knees, letting the pants drop to the floor. If memory serves me correctly, my bright idea to go to bed with Joe tonight means I’m wearing scantily clad under things. All lace and strings. And Derek Tanner just took off my pants. He just took off my pants for the first time ever and it’s not even to sleep with me.Balls.
At the exact moment I realize this, Derek must see them. His breath hitches for a moment and I chance a look at him. His eyes are assessing me, or rather my panties.
Derek clears his throat, straightening. “Let me get you something to sleep in.”
“It’s okay,” I say, lifting enough to get my shirt off. “Just roll me up like a burrito.”
I throw my shirt into the corner of my room as I giggle, hoping it landed somewhere near my clothes basket. Then I flop back down onto the bed.
He isn’t looking at me now; more like purposely away from me, like he’s trying to avoid staring. The lace cups of my bra are a bit transparent but being this drunk makes it hard to show modesty.
“I should go,” he says, taking a step toward the door.
“No, wait,” I say. “Help me under the blanket.” It’s all I can think of to keep him from going. Even in my drunken haze, I want him.
He lets out a pained sigh, but pulls down the edge of the blanket as I attempt to wiggle upward toward my pillows. Before I can manage to get into place, I start gagging, like I might throw up again. I don’t actually throw up, but for a moment I’m afraid for my sheets.
Once I’m settled, Derek sits on the edge of the bed, pushing my hair from my face.
“I can’t leave,” he says. “I’m worried you’ll throw up in your sleep or something.”
The smell of his body wash hits my senses. It’s fresh and citrus and wonderful. “Okay,” I whisper, feeling the mattress pull as he swings his legs up onto it.
“Willette,” he whispers, his voice making the name I’ve always hated sound so sweet and almost sensual. It’s the way he bites down on the T sound at the end.Goodness gummy bears.
I hum in response, already feeling myself drifting.
