Just then, it was a toxic night. I nearly got drunk with my friends but gladly, I didn't. I headed upstairs to my room and before I could close the door, someone pushed it open, so I let go and stared at him.
"What are you doing?" I looked. "I thought you were drunk?"
He looked at the bed, then back to me. "I stopped drinking when I saw you coming." He replied. "I didn't like getting drunk..."
"So do I." I smiled, slowly letting him inside as he sat on the couch.
"Hey..." He glanced at me.
"What?" I brought him a glass of milk and sat beside him. He placed the glass aside. "Is there something going on?" I asked, examining his face.
"I..." He grabbed my wrist and pinned me down the sofa.
"Umm..." I said, pushing him a little but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above me.
"I want to spend a night with you..."
A/N:
This is just a prologue. Hahaha. You could imagine whoever that guy is.
