I’m glad she’s an agreeable drunk. People seem to fall on either side of the spectrum and it’s either irritating as fuck or amusing. I fill the shot glasses. “This isn’t going to really work with just two people, you know.”
She shrugs. “We’ll make it work. Say something you’ve never done. Then I’ll say the same.”
“Okay. Want to go first?”
“I’ve never had a one-night stand,” she says. I take my shot. “Knew it.”
I refill the glass.
“I’ve dated more than one person at the same time,” she says.
“You don’t get to go twice in a row.”
“Yes, I do. I got the last question right.”
“We’re not playing fuckingUno. You don’t get to go until someone gets it wrong,” I chuckle. “But…” I take the shot to let her know I have done that. We keep asking questions, and it turns out there isn’t a lot I haven’t done. She’s taken half a shot by the time I’m drunk. My mind is spinning and I can’t filter my thoughts.
Or my actions.
“You’ve really never had a one-night stand?” I ask, spilling tequila on the coffee table as I try to fill the shot glass. I give up and drink straight from the bottle.
She shakes her head, eyes bloodshot. “I’m like … I just … how? Because that person might be yucky.”
I laugh like it’s the most hilarious thing in the world, because everything is the most hilarious thing in the world when you’re wasted. And fuck. Lauren is the most beautiful thing in the world no matter what.
“It’s just one night.”
She shakes her head and almost falls off the couch. I grab her, then we both go tumbling, hitting the floor in a fit of laughter. I pull her onto my chest and push her hair back.
“One night,” she says softly and looks into my eyes.
“One little, harmless night.”
I don’t know what I’m doing, but suddenly I’m kissing her. And she’s kissing me back.
“Fuck,” she says and pulls away after a few seconds. “No. Can’t … can’t do that.”
“Right. You’re my friend’s sister.” Each word comes out slowly. My mind is too drunk to think logically, and for the first time, my heart rules over my head. I reach for her, bringing her closer.
“I liked that,” she slurs.
And then we are kissing again. I hold onto her, pulling her to me. I’m drunk and I’m desperate and deep down I know I’ve wanted to feel her, to taste her for such a long time that there is no stopping once I get started.
Right now, I don’t care.
“No,” Lauren says and moves off of me.
I just move my head up and down, trying to convince myself that I agree with her, that I’m not going to go back to her. I put the bottle to my lips and take a swig. I make a promise to myself. I’m not going to do anything inappropriate with Lauren. She’s off-limits.
I stand and extend a hand to help her up. She stumbles, and I catch her. Laughing, she looks up, slowly moving her face closer to mine. I should move away, turn my head, tell her no.
But I can’t
She bites her lip and moves in. She kisses me.
Lauren Winters.
Kissed.