She ducks into the bathroom after the game of spin the bottle, face flushed and lips swollen. The room tilts and shifts under her feet and she has to grip the sink in order to keep her balance. Her fingers tingle and her eyes feel heavy but she's too wired to sleep and the party is still going strong on the other side of the wall. For the first time in her life she feels like she's a part of something.
The door bangs open behind her and she sees him through the mirror as he staggers across the threshold. "In or out, Rach. I've got to take a leak," he states crudely, tugging down his zipper before he's even finished speaking.
She can feel the burn of embarrassment creeping across her cheeks and ducks her head, letting her eyes fall shut. She doesn't move to leave, isn't sure her feet would obey her even if she tried and when he finishes she can feel his body hard against her back as his arms circle around her.
"Great party," he mumbles against her ear as he turns on the faucet to wash his hands.
She reaches up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear before meeting his gaze in the mirror. "Well, I suppose I have you to thank for that."
He smiles, that crooked half smile that makes her skin electrify and shakes his hands dry before moving them to her hips. He presses closer, forcing her against the lip of the sink, settling a small kiss just below her earlobe. "It would have been better if you weren't kissing other guys."