About Last Night

Pen and Quill Romance

He leaned in closer. The smell of liquor hung in his breath. His face is flushed and I inched farther away from him. "Hey," he said. "Please don't back away." He was slurring his words. I struggled to keep my composure. I was nearing my limit. I know because all I want to do is to make as much noise as possible. And even without looking at a mirror, my face is probably as red, if not redder, as his. I put down my drink. "What?" I scoffed. You're the one to talk. "You know what? You're drunk. You should probably head back to your room." I moved further but he pressed on. He stood up and faced me. His face inches from mine. His left arm leaned on the bar behind me. He did the same with the other. I was imprisoned between his arms. "Wanna come with me?" He smirked. I gulped. There was silence. Then I let out a hearty laugh. I smacked his arms away. "Careful now big boy. You might regret it." He didn't waver. He didn't move. His eyes were on mine the entire time. He leaned in slowly. My heart beating loudly. What the hell is he thinking? What the hell am I thinking?! I should move. Right? I should. He was too close now. I feel the panic rise to my throat. His lips almost brushing against mine. He closed his eyes. He leaned forward.

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