“Once when I was little, I got dared to kiss a slug!” Harry laughed. “And did you?!” I squealed back. “Yea,” Harry grinned. “Ewwwww!!!” I yelled. I was drunk, with Harry, again. He had made this game, every time the other person told a secret, you had to drink. The beer got finished, so we moved onto shots. Harry had no shame, so I did most of the drinking. I tried to stand up, to go to the toilet, but collapsed down again, straight onto the sofa… and Harry.

I was sprawled across his chest, our lips an inch apart. He pressed his lips to mine, gently, then more forcefully. He licked the bottom of my lips, asking for entrance and I granted it. Out tongues, explored each other’s mouths, and our breathing quickened. He pulled me up so I was straddling him, and I felt a buldge grow under me, my eyes widened at him, but he just grinned. Like I said no shame. He started kissing and licking around my neck, and when he found my sweet spot, I let out a moan. “That’s right baby,” he whispered. My hands started to move to the huge buldge, but there was a knock at the door. Harry groaned in frustration. I hopped off him, while he answered the door, the effect of the alcohol was wearing off, and I questioned if what I had just down was right, if I wanted to forget Harry. He had after all gone off with that girl at the club, but that was to make me jealous right?

Harry came round the corner, followed by Mason… of all people. My life is just great.

Notes

Quick second update :)

Stuffs been going on! Alcohol and Kayla don't mix well with Harry;)
Suggestions???