Don't think about it, dude.' "Umm, it's- ummm." 'Damn, he's so hot. I took a stab at trying to gather my scattered thoughts long enough to answer him. 'Too bad I'm severely hungover.' I thought. "One last thing, I don't know which trailor is yours, because unlike you, I'm not a stalker." Normally that smirk would probably piss me off, but right then it just made me wanna push him down onto this bed and kiss him. Instead of asking for his t-shirt back he just put his coat on over his bare torso.
I was out of breath and he bit his lip in an attempt to hide his smile, pleased that he could so easily excite me like this. Too soon, before I got the chance to wrap my arms around his neck, Marshall ended the kiss. It wasn't the breathtakingly passionate kiss that we all dream of, but it was loving and sensual and I enjoyed it nonetheless. I'll be back soon." Catching me by surprise, he then brought his lips softly to mine. "Like I said, no big deal." He put each hand by either side of of my head and slowly brought his face level to my own. I really appreciate it."Ī small smile met his lips. I got this." Oh God, it was impossible to say no to that face. His beautiful face held a look of complete certainty. Why was he doing this? Was he trying to take care of me? "Are you sure, Marshall?" Could I really trust him with something like this? I was so unsure. We'll light up a fire in the living room, get some warmth in the room, and just chill. "You stay here and rest, and I'll go check on your brother, and bring him back here. "Okay, Bri, I'll make ya a deal." He put a hand on my chest and pushed me down so that I was lying on my back. I have to go check on my brother." I tried to ignore my embarrasment and attempted to get up again, but he held me down. The first hangover is usually the worst." "And from your actions I'm guessing that you'd never been drunk before last night. "Bri, what are you doing? You have a hangover, you need to lie down." He led me to the bed and I sat down. I felt like I was gonna fall over when Marshall caught and steadied me. "Oh, God." I staggered, palm against my forhead. It was like a hammer had hit me right between the fucking eyes. Just as I tried to walk I was blindsided by the worst, most piercing headache I'd ever experienced. I stood up to hurriedly search for my clothes. Shit balls! I had to go get him, maybe Marshall would let us stay here for a little while. Oh shit, Brandon! I'd totally forgotten about him yesterday. I could barely take care of my little brother. I definitely could'nt care for of a baby. More importantly, what if I was pregnant? Oh shit, oh shit. 'Good goin, Bri, you fucking dipshit' I thought. Like any girl, I'd always imagined that my first sexual experience would be special.
I certainly didn't make good decisions while under the influence. There was no way we had used protection, we'd both been drunk AND high as fuck. I can't believe we fucking did it and I could'nt even remember doing it! I sighed and sat down on the floor, my efforts were useless. I anxiously searched for signs of a used condom or wrapper. I slowly moved Marshall's arm off me, rolled over, and got up off the bed.