What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I such an idiot? The memories of last night were a jumbled blur, thanks to large amounts of red wine. Elena had had a lot of the drink too, and we had slipped out of the ballroom together. That's the last I remember. Wait...
"Come with me, mi amor," she had breathed in my ear. Taking my hand, she had slipped out of the ballroom, with me in tow. Together, we had crept to her bedroom, where she had leaned in and pressed her lips against mine, closing the door behind us and locking it one-handedly as she kissed new harder, and I kissed her back just as enthusiastically. Her hand was tangling my already messy curls, and my hand tangled her long, loose curtain of waves beyond simple repair with a hairbrush. Her put her hand on my upper back, and ran it slowly downward. Her hand fell on my rear end, and I worked my way down her right side to the curve of her hip. She desperately moved her hands to my jacket unbuttoning it and sliding it off my shoulders. She removed my shirt and necktie before I had known how to respond. As she undid my belt, I unwound the ribbons holding her dress closed and dropped it to the floor as she dropped my panrts and gave me just enough time to kick them off before colliding with me again, her in her lingerie, me in my boxer. We edged off each others shoes and kisses harder. I put my fingers on the clasp of her bra, and nearly let it fall when we were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Princess Elena? It is time for your speech." Armando's voice cut through the door. We broke apart and redressed quickly, the alchohal suddenly not all too prominent. We looked each other in the eyes, making a silent pact:we shall never speak of this again. However, her eyes had a hint of mischief and her mouth a shadow of a smile, just like I was sure I did. She twisted her hair back into a knot as I combed my own with my fingers and we hurried out of her bedroom.
Last night was humiliating, and made !e want to bury my head in my pillow just thinking about it. What would have happened if Armando hadn't have knocked on the door? But last nightr also made me smile and wonder if I had an interest in Elena that I hadn't thought to explore before. And though I did not know it yet, Elena was wondering the same thing.