"Shit." he fumbled as he inserted the keys into the lock and opened the door for a tipsy Brianna to go into his dim apartment and closing the door. He flipped on a light and led her farther into the room. Brianna stumbled, just as he knew she would, and he grabbed her by the waist, "Whoa, steady there." he said.
"Thanks." she said with a giggle, grabbing on to Troy's upper arm to keep from falling. Realizing how much they were touching, she looked up at him and blushed. His bright eyes traveled from her eyes to her red lips and quickly back up to her eyes. "Troy?" she asked.
"Yea?" he feigned a puzzled look already anticipating what she would say.
"Kiss me." With that, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers forcefully. She stumbled backwards and he placed his hand on the small of her back to balance her. The kiss depends and their breathing quickened. Her hands moved from his arms to the bottom of his sweatshirt, pushing it up over his stomach. The kiss was broken only so Troy could pull off his hoodie, throwing it across the room. There was a look of astonishment in her eyes: so few people had ever seen Troy's face without his hood or sunglasses. This only seemed to fuel her longing: she pressed her lips to his with passion. The kiss took him by surprise, and he pressed her back against the wall as he removed her top.
Intertwined and attached at the lips, they stumbled into the bedroom. Happiness for one night… even if tomorrow they can't remember who is lying next to them.
The fourth drink instinct is taking over
And the gentleman is leading her towards the door…
He said it was a one night stand…
A one night stand…
He found that bed so easily
In the dark…
-The Fourth Drink Instinct, Cute Is What We Aim For
