Julie

I come out of Fulton's room, finally. After I convinced him that even though taco bell is opened late, that it would not be a good idea to go there and get chulupas, I still had to get Mr. Drunk Talker into his bed. I am slightly tipsy so this was no easy feat. I ended up sitting on his bed talking about Charlotte Lucas for a long time. Now, I'm ten feet away from my door mentally cursing Jane Austin.

I hear murmurs coming across the hall from Portman's room. I know him and Connie went up there just before I was able to persuade Fulton to climb the stairs. I am just hoping my best friend is not doing something she will regret. While Portman might be the best revenge hook up ever, I do not think Connie would do well being just a notch in a bed post. On a slightly selfish note, I really do not want to hear that through my walls.

I pause at Charlie's door. I stand there for a moment before I finally admit to myself that I am scared that I might hear murmurs coming from his bedroom. While Charlie told me that we would finish what we started outside tonight, that was over an hour and, most likely, 5 beers ago. He could have found a willing freshman who wasn't dealing with her friends' various dramas to be his teammate in his latest game of tonsil hockey. Speaking of which, after kissing Charlie, that term makes complete sense. Of course slang for kissing would be related to hockey: he was that good at it.

I rouse myself from the memory that is making me blush and start down the stairs, staring at my shoes to ensure I don't topple down in my heels.

"Hey," I hear a happy voice call out to me. I look up from my feet to see Charlie walking up the stairs, a huge smile plastered on his face, "Where have you been hiding all night?"

I cannot help but return his smile as I answer him, "Oh, Connie was having her Guy issue and then I had to be the designated tucker and get Fulton into bed. What have you been up to since duty called me away?"

Charlie comes towards me and puts his hands around my waist, drawing me closer to him. He looks down at me with his beautiful eyes and says, "Missing you."

With that, he leans down and captures my lips in one of his searing kisses. I am not completely sure if it was his kiss, the alcohol, or the combination there of that caused my knees to go weak, but they defiantly did.

I moved closer to him, pressing my body into his. One of his hands went up to my hair before caressing my face. The other stayed in the small of my back. My body movements mirrored his. I had one hand on the side of his face, thumb pressed lightly on his cheek. The other was exploring his lower back.

He broke away from me slightly. His devilish smile danced on his face as he brushed a loose piece of hair away. His hand left my back and moved to take my hand.

"I think we need a little more privacy," he said leading me back up the stairs and to his room.

I followed. I could feel the goofy grin on my face as he led me to his room. He turned after he opened the door and kissed me again. A searing kiss, filled with passion. It wasn't until he moved again that I saw his room like I had never seen it: neat.

Charlie was a notorious mess. Whenever his door was open, there was usually a mess of cloths, books, and papers as far as the eye can see. Right now, though, it was neat, lived in, but neat. The bed was made. The floor was free of clothes. That is when reality hit me like a ton of bricks. He was always planning on bringing a girl up here tonight. Someone was going to share his bed with him this evening, just like a girl shared it with him several times a month.

"I can't do this Charlie," I said. Part of me wasn't sure I had said it out loud until he turned around and looked at me, confusion and surprise on his face.

"What do you mean?" he asked, moving closer to me. He took both of my hands in his. It took everything I had just to speak.

I took a deep breath and replied, "I don't want to be just another girl Conway."

With that, I let go of his hands and walked across the hall to my room, shutting and locking the door behind me.