As Ryan and I kissed each other, it felt like we fell out of the room and were floating around aimlessly, forever connected to each other. Then he stopped suddenly, and said, "You're really drunk."
"But see, the thing is, I'm really not. I have a really high tolerance for alcohol. Bad past."
"You're totally drunk; I don't even know what you just said."
"Ryan, it's fine, I'm not going to regret this, I've wanted it for a long time." I didn't even realize that was what I wanted until I said it. But it was the truth, and I felt it. Ever since we had started studying together, I had liked him.
He looked at me for a while, studying my face. He was trying to see inside my head, if I was actually thinking or not. He kissed me hard, and I thought that he must have made up his mind.
At about two in the morning, I completely blacked out. I remember being carried into a bed, but after that, nothing.
I woke up the next morning in what I figured was Ryan's bed. I wasn't even hung over, which I thought was probably a bad thing. I rolled over to find Ryan, shirt off and still asleep. Oh, shit, I thought, as I sat up. I was relieved to find that my dress was still on underneath a sweatshirt that smelled like Ryan. I looked around for my phone and found it on the nightstand, next to my necklace and headband. I looked at the time, 9:32, and figured I could get away with another two hours of sleep before my brother called me. I lay back down and cuddled up close to Ryan. His arms tightened around me and I fell into a deep sleep.