“What?!” I shriek-whispered, “theres no way! i woke up in the bathroom!”
“Well,” Maggie tried to explain but i cut her off.
“Did we do anything?” Stupid question
“How should i know,” She snapped, “I was drunk as hell last night, passed out in his guest room. You lovebirds were fast asleep in his full-size pillowtop bed last i remember”
I walked away from my sarcastic friend and her breakfast and plopped down next to Chris on the couch.
He slid his arm around me and pulled me closer. I leaned my head on his bare shoulder and put my hand on his knee. I was staring at his washboard abs when I felt him look down at me.
“You’re beautiful,” He said softly. He was blushing. And I could feel my face getting hot.
“You’re amazing,” I spoke without meaning to.
He leaned down and kissed me. And kissed me. And kissed me.
And just then, a door slammed and I jumped at least a foot off the couch. Maggie was puking in the bathroom.