I groan, watching Abby as she flirts with a guy who is probably just another douche-bag. She definitely has a talent of finding jerks to date.

Finally, I can't stand looking at that any longer and I leave her with her new guy to head towards the bathroom.

I take my time washing my hands, as I'm in no hurry to go back to the loud and obnoxious partying teenagers.

When I finally walk out of the bathroom, the smell of vomit and alcohol greeting me, a hand immediately goes around my waist.

I turn to find Alesha looking at me mischievously. She yanks me up the stairs and into an empty room, which turns out to be a bedroom.

I raise my eyebrows at her.

"Come oooon," she giggles, and I know she's drunk, "let's have so fuuun!"

"You're drunk, Lee."
"Wha-" Alesha puts her hands on her hip mockingly. "No, I'm not." Another giggle.

She stumbles up to me, close enough that my breath hitches. She might be full of beer, but she still has that effect on me.

"Lee..." I start, but she kisses me before I can finish my sentence.

Her lips meet mine hard and fast, and her hands squeeze my waist and tangle my hair. She bites my lip gently, making me unwillingly let out a little moan.

Soon, we're on the bed, kissing and laughing.

I know this is wrong, that Alesha is drunk and I should be taking her home, rather than giving in to the urge to kiss her. But her lips are so irresistible and the way she touches me leaves me wanting more.

After who knows how long, I tear myself away from her, and call a cab to take us home. The evening, or is it morning, air presses against my skin, leaving me shivering and covered in goosebumps.

The cab arrives just as Alesha is just beginning to fall asleep, and, nudging her awake, I lead her into the car that will take us home.