Andrew. And me. Andrew and me in a, no, next to a bed and then...no. It, I was in shock. I was drunk, I was not myself and it could not...should not have happened. That was in no way okay, allowed, or appreciated. But that begs the question...who initiated? Had I made the move? Had he just taken advantage? Why can't I just forget about it? Although
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I slowly opened the door, my heart beating a million beats per second and I saw him relaxing on the bed with his arms above his head which completel caught me off guard and I flashed back to the other night when all of it happened.
I couldn't help it, recaps of him kissing me, groping me, undressing me...
""Uhh, thanks. Look Andrew, I think...I think you should go."Thats what he said to me after we....after ( ... )
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Who was this? Cause whoever it was, I didn't like him.
"Think again you bastard, you were the one who took adavantage of me! You were the one who offered me the alchohol and seduced me knowing full well that I had a thing for you. Just because you were drunk as hell and probally the biggest closet case I've ever seen, does not give you the priviledge to play the victim. Cause that role has already been taken."
This was not happening. How dare he try to make it out to seem like he was the one who was taken advantage of ( ... )
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