Oh no...
Fuck. He just had to dance with me and kiss my neck, multiple times I might add. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I am now going to reason with myself. He was drunk - very much so - and his come on's didn't mean squat. He's flirty with almost every girl. Beth is in love with him. I like Kevin. Not Scott. It was just a dance and a couple of playful kisses. They meant nothing.
So why did I want to kiss him so fucking badly?
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.
I am now going to reason with myself. He was drunk - very much so - and his come on's didn't mean squat. He's flirty with almost every girl. Beth is in love with him. I like Kevin. Not Scott. It was just a dance and a couple of playful kisses. They meant nothing.
So why did I want to kiss him so fucking badly?
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.