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Jul 30, 2014 08:47AM
She buried her face in a pillow, cursing herself for being so stupid.
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He sighed and couldn't stop thinking about Sarah.
Sarah passed out from the drinks she had, succeeding at numbing everything, even though she knew it would catch up with her again.
(I thought she was gonna try and sleep with him? Maybe she does it while she's drunk?)
(Or, *plot twist* Andrew wants to sleep with her, to get her to stay loyal, but she refused,knowing he's only feeling obligated because of her?)
(Hmmmm idk cuz that's not his character... x_X
(sO, FIRST ONE? *SORRY CAPS LOCK*)
Sarah woke up around 2 am, drunk. She stumbled to Andrew's dorm and knocked on the door.
Andrew opened the door. "Sarah?"
She walked shakily, crashing into him.
He held her. "Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.
"I want to make it up to you," she slurred, putting her arms around him.
He leaned back. "You're drunk."
"I'm gonna make it up to you," she told him, kissing him.
He instinctively kissed back.
She pulled away. "I missed you,"
"Sarah, you need to go to your dorm," he said softly.
She shook her head. "Not until I make it up to you,"
"Sarah," he said, pulling away.
She leaned in and kissed him again.
He kissed her back, mesmerized by her.
She backed him up against the wall.
She ran a hand down his chest.
He shuddered under her touch.
She kissed him again, silencing him.
He moaned, getting close to her.
She tugged his pajama bottoms down.
Andrew blushed. "You're drunk."
"I'm gonna make it up to you," she told him, her hands on his bare back.
Andrew looked at her up and down. "We can't. I'm not going to take advantage of you."
She shook her head. "I want to be with you. You won't be taking advantage," she said, slurring her words slightly.
He shook his head. "Well both regret it."
He looked away. "You're drunk. You don't make good decisions drunk."
She kissed his cheek. "What if I wasn't drunk?" she asked him.
"Then you wouldn't be coming here trying to tear my clothes off." He sighed.
"But I want to," she told him. "I really really want to,"
He leaned against the wall. "We can't."
