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I've been with them on tour for a week now, and Neil has still not chilled with his sexual humor.
"For the last fucking time. We. Did. Not. Fuck. Last. Night." Adam rolls his eyes before drinking some of his beer. We're at a bar, and for the first time in my life, I'm having more than one drink.
"Then why did I hear moans?"
"You didn't," I reply, shaking my head. I take a sip of my beer, and I already feel a bit tipsy.
"Just, like, chill, Neil," Brad groans. "It's getting old."
"I'll finally chill when I'm right—meaning when they finally fuck."
"What exactly are you trying to achieve?" Barry asks, raising an eyebrow at Neil.
"There aren't a lot of things that I can do to amuse myself," he responds, making me laugh. It's like the only things that he does to amuse himself are bugging Adam and me to have sex and bugging me to play Grace—which they, of course, found out about quickly. We keep drinking, and before I know what's happening, I've downed four beers.
"You should probably stop," Brad says to me, but I'm too drunk to care.
"You're cute," I slur, putting a hand on his knee.
"Dude, your girlfriend is coming on to me."
"Okay. You've had enough." Adam pulls my hand off Brad's knee.
"But he's cute," I whine, pulling my arm from Adam's grasp.
"I'm taking her back to the hotel." Adam grabs me again and pulls me up, holding me steady.
"You coming back?"
"Okay, then. See you tomorrow," Barry says, and Adam pulls me out of the bar.
"Where are we go—" I hiccup before giggling.
"Damn. You're drunk as fuck."
"No, I'm not," I giggle, holding on to Adam's arm as I almost stumble.
"How many did you have?"
"One, two, three, four," I reply, counting with my fingers before grinning proudly.
"Didn't take much," he comments as we walk into the hotel and get on the elevator.
"Much what?"
"Much—oh why am I even trying to have a coherent conversation with you?"
"Because you like me," I giggle as we walk out of the elevator and down to his room.
"That I do," he replies, struggling to hold me up as he tries to unlock the door. "Can you stand?" I lean against the wall, and he releases me. He unlocks the door and pushes it open before wrapping an arm around me again and pulling me into the room with him. He locks the door and helps me onto the bed.
"Adam?" I slur as he stands by the bed.
"I want a kiss." I see him smile, and he climbs on top of me before pressing his lips to mine. I tangle my hands in his hair, pulling him closer. He tastes of alcohol, and I deepen the kiss, wanting more. I move my hands down to the bottom of his shirt, tugging on it. Getting the hint, he pulls away for a moment to tear off his shirt before kissing me again. I run my hands along his bare chest and stomach, and he moans into my mouth. He moves us so I'm on top of him, and I pull off my hoodie along with my shirt underneath, leaving me in my bra. Kissing him again, I begin unbuckling his belt, but in my drunken state, it's difficult. He moves my hands away and does it himself, pushing down his jeans and kicking them off. He climbs on top of me again, kissing me as he unzips my pants. He pulls away to tug them off me, and although sober Evangeline would be blushing and feeling insecure, drunken Evangeline doesn't give a fuck.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers as he climbs on top of me again. He kisses down my jawline and neck, and I let out a soft moan as he begins sucking on my skin. His fingers play with the waistband of my panties, but he doesn't try to pull them off me. His soft lips leave a trail of love bites down my neck toward my breasts, and his hands caress my body. He moves up to kiss me again, and I hook my thumbs on the waistband of his boxers to push them down. Suddenly, he growls softly, making a shiver run down my spine. I freeze, and he gets off me completely. He stands up, fisting his hands in his dark hair as he groans, "Fuck. I can't believe I almost did that." I look at him in confusion, and tears begin to prick my eyes.
"You don't want me?" I ask, my words slurring together.
"I do want you. That's why we got this far," he replies, still tugging on his hair. He looks at me, and his face softens as he realizes I'm on the verge of crying. "No no no, don't cry," he whispers, climbing onto the bed and wrapping his arms around me. "You don't understand. We can't have sex when you're drunk. You're just going to regret it in the morning, and you also technically can't consent."
"You're not in any condition to consent," he explains patiently as I wrap my arms around him tightly. He moves so we're lying on our sides, facing each other. He brushes my hair behind my ear before trailing his fingers along the hickeys he gave me. I close my eyes, suddenly feeling extremely drowsy. I feel Adam kiss my forehead before whispering, "Goodnight, Eve."


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