"Oh shit" Rich tried to focus on the light fitting which was spinning around above his head. He had thought he was fine until he'd got into bed and now the room wouldn't stay still. He sat back up and things calmed somewhat.
This was all Grace's fault. He smiled. She could really drink, that was the second time she'd surprised him, and he was wondering what she was still capable of. He grinned as his mind started to wander, he couldn't stop thinking of the smell of her hair, the feel of her lips, those beautiful brown eyes. He laughed in spite of himself, he was totally screwed.
It all started to get out of hand after the Aftershock, it had loosened him up and when she leaned forward for her pint he had noticed her lacy black knickers peeping out from the waistband of her jeans. He thought of them now against her creamy brown skin and felt a twinge in the pit of his stomach. He had been relaxed and off balance so when she'd suggested drinking games he hadn't a reason to say no.
She'd asked if he wanted to play "Never have I ever" and though he knew it sounded dangerous he agreed. He couldn't take his eyes off those lips, he wanted them on his again, and yet he wanted them to keep talking so he could keep looking at them. She sent him off for more drinks; he came back with more Diesel and Sambucas this time much to Grace's delight.
"I love Sambuca." She took the glass from him. "You can light it in your mouth you know – makes it really potent. Never done it though."
Rich grinned at the thought of her. Grace had explained to him that each person had to take a turn of saying "Never have I ever..." following it up with something they hadn't done before and if the other person had done the thing in question they had to take a drink. They passed a few rounds innocently and boringly enough by offering countries they hadn't been to or that they hadn't passed their driving tests. Grace announced that she hadn't stolen anything. Rich raised his glass and took a drink.
Grace's eyes widened.
"What was it?"
"It was an accident, right." Rich had steadied himself by placing his hand on her thigh. "I was in Toxic Bob's and I'd been looking at the new Pantera album and I just walked out without paying. I didn't realise I had it in my hand till later and I didn't dare mention anything. I was too scared to go back in for ages."
"That's rubbish!" Grace laughed. "I thought you were going to say you'd stolen women's' underwear or something."
"Hey! It's a big deal, I stole metal!" Rich had pretended to be serious. "Hang on; have you been imagining me in lacy knickers?"
"Maybe..." Grace winked
They both burst out laughing again, falling against each other. Rich remembered feeling quite pissed at that point and they hadn't even downed the Sambuca yet.
"Your turn." Rich nudged her.
"Ok, never have I ever kissed a girl."
"Hey that's cheating!" Rich gulped down some Diesel and then he noticed Grace had taken a drink too.
Rich wondered what his face had looked like at that point, so it was a lie, a really sexy lie obviously staged to turn him on.
"I think this one calls for the Sambuca."Rich raised his glass and, clinking it with Grace's, knocked back the shot. They both grimaced.
"Ok, so you can't just leave it at that." Rich leaned over towards her again. "Who did you kiss?"
"My best friend at school, her name was Shari." Grace leaned into him again, stroking her fingertips down his cheek. "We were 15, she was moving away, we were drunk... we kissed and then I never saw her again."
"Did you..." Rich paused, letting his words hang in the air. ""Did you love her?"
"Yeah, I think so, but she was my best friend. You love Alo don't you?"
"I spose." Rich looked sheepish. "But don't you fucking tell him!"
Grace laughed and kissed him again. Rich pulled her on to his lap, wrapping his arms around her as they kissed. He loved the taste of her, the smell of her and the feel of her body pressed up against him.
Rich leaned back on his bed again. The room had stopped spinning and he was starting to feel better. He closed his eyes and settled back onto the pillow. He imagined Grace lying next to him. He couldn't stop thinking of that glimpse of black lace as she leaned forward.
God she's hot
He raked his fingers through his hair. Hair, eyes, lips. She was never far from his mind at the moment. He had the urge to call her, to go round, to get in bed with her. He looked up at the clock: 2:15. Too late, she'll probably be passed out by now.
He grinned again; she had been pretty hammered too and she couldn't seem to keep her hands off him. It was taking him a lot of effort to accept that she really liked him but maybe a few more kisses would help. He yawned, stretching his arms over his head.
