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upright. I turn to thank the person when I realize who it is… again. Fucking Kyrone! My face turns red in anger. He notices, then picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I scream at him to let me down and he slaps my ass, hard. I immediately stop so he won’t do that again and he notices straight away.
    “You liked that,” he says, chuckling to himself and starts walking up the stairs away from the music. I’m almost asleep on his shoulder when I hear the click of a door open and shut.
    “You will not touch me,” I squeak out, weaker than I wanted. Sleepiness is taking over my body.
    “Too late,” he whispers and taps my ass a little softer this time. He throws me onto the bed and my eyes automatically close. I hear rustling around and feel my body being moved, but I really couldn’t care less right about now. The bed I’m in is so comfortable, I feel like I could never leave.
    “Kyrone, you’re a douche,” I mumble into a pillow.
    I wake with my head hanging off the bed, my body still positioned on it. I don’t open my eyes at first because my head hurts way too much. When I do, I see Kyrone sitting on the floor right next to my face with his head back on the bed. I look around and realize where I am. Shit! I drank too much last night. I go to move and notice I don’t have on my top; only my sports bra remains, but my jeans are still on. Thank God!
    I sit up and wonder what I should do. I glance at Kyrone’s sleeping head and decide to kick it. His head drops to the side and he jumps straight up, holding his hand where my foot landed.
    “Did you…” He stops so he’s facing me clearly. “Did you just kick me?” he asks in an unbelieving tone.
    “Yes, you baboon. Why am I here? With you? ” I almost spit out the last two words. He shakes his head and stretches. I watch as his shirt rises so I can see his “V” and start to think about licking it. Shit! I mentally slap myself again. Anyone but Kyrone.
    “Well, dancing queen,” he says, chuckling at himself. “You were way too intoxicated, and someone had to stop you before you went overboard… well, more than you already did.”
    I laugh at him. I wasn’t that bad, was I?
    “Oh, and plus, you couldn’t keep your hands off me,” he says turning serious, then smirking. “Not that I blame you and all.” He winks as he walks off to the cupboard.
    “Please tell me you did not undress me,” I plead.
    “Well, the shirt and shoes, I did,” he tells me as he pulls his shirt off and chucks it into the hamper. He looks back to me while I ogle his toned and sexy body. “Went for the pants and as I came to the zipper, I kind of realized that you don’t wear underwear.” He looks up to me for an explanation. “Not that I minded,” he says throwing on a clean shirt. “Can you please explain that? ‘Cause I’d really like to know how often that happens.”
    “None of your damn business,” I mutter, standing and looking for a shirt, any shirt will do. “I threw it,” he says watching me looking around for my clothes.
    “Why? That’s one of my favorite shirts,” I whine.
    “Here,” he says and tosses me one of his football jerseys. I pull it on and, as I do, my eyes reach him and I see him taking me in.
    “Stop looking,” I mumble.
    “I took a photo, didn’t you say it lasts longer?” he chuckles, referring to my shirt.
    “You better not have!” My anger starts to rise at him and at this situation. “I can't believe I slept on your bed. I’m gonna have to scrub myself clean. God knows what I might catch,” I say, picking up my shoes.
    “Don’t flatter yourself, no one sleeps in here,” he says, looking quite offended.
    “Yeah right, you’re like the male slut of the school,” I huff at him. Does he think I live under a rock?
    “Yes, but not in my room. No one comes in here,” he reiterates, opening the door for me to leave. He waves his hand indicating it’s time for me to go and I do, without looking back.
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