I scratched my head, wondering how I made it to bed when Sol had locked the door the night before. It was proven by how much I turned the knob and wailed at the door. I think I took a few more drinks because I was lonely.
Alcohol... is dangerous.
I sat on the bed, burying my face in my hands as I groaned at how I let Sol tease me again before leaving me hanging as he did on several occasions. It should be different now that we are dating.
Ah... I sound like I'm constantly horny. Wow, I suck.
I glanced at my lower half, immediately looking away as I tried to busy myself with finding something to wear. It should calm down by itself.
A few minutes in, I sit myself back on the bed. Despite keeping a straight face, I couldn't say the feeling transferred over to my lower half.
Why is it still up?!
