Chapter 320 Drunken Cat
After a quick shower, I threw on my PJs, downed some sobering tea, and before I knew it, another hour had elapsed.
After cleaning up Brad and tossing him onto the bed, I flopped down next to him.
Drunk Brad was like a sack of bricks, making my back ache and my legs cramp. I seriously wanted to kick him.
Just a bit ago at the restaurant, Brad was all sweet talk and charm, making me blush. But the second we got in the car, he was out cold. I had to drag him all the way up from the ground floor, nearly breaking my back. I swear, he had to be faking it.
I shut my eyes, hoping for some sleep. But nope, Brad's weight pressed down on me, and he puckered up for a kiss. Who knew he could be so clingy?
I was dead tired and just wanted to sleep. I dodged his kisses, but he sniffed around my face and neck like a puppy, licking me with the tip of his tongue.
"Brad, cut it out. I'm exhausted. Let me sleep," I said, holding his head with both hands to keep him from kissing me. But he was stronger, and I couldn't get away.
"Nope, kiss first, then sleep," Brad said, catching my earlobe and nibbling on it. His warm breath on my ear made half my body go numb. He was pressing down so hard I could barely breathe.
I hated my own weakness. If I were stronger, I'd flip him over and pin him down, make him feel what it's like to be suffocated. But reasoning with a drunk guy? Pointless. I just tried to inch away from him, dodging his kisses.
I couldn't get his logic. He didn't kiss me every day when he was sober, so why now? Was he using his drunkenness as an excuse? Whatever the reason, no way was I letting him kiss me tonight. Too risky.
The first time making love should be special. I couldn't do it with him drunk. Plus, I was really wiped out.
Finally, when Brad let his guard down, I flipped over, pinning him beneath me. Straddling his stomach, I pressed my hands against his shoulders and threatened, "Go to sleep now, or I'll throw you out."
"Don't throw me out; I want a kiss," Brad said, wriggling and clinging to me, refusing to sleep without a kiss.
Brad was so persistent, but I wasn't giving in. I used my legs to pin his arms and pressed his shoulders with my hands, making him completely immobile.
Brad stopped struggling and looked at me with those pitiful eyes, wanting me to let him go.
Pitiful Brad was kinda cute, and I almost wanted to kiss him. But now wasn't the time.
Gradually, Brad quieted down.
I was so beat and sleepy; I hung my head, gathering strength in case he tried to pull something.
When the unusual quietness hit me, I looked up and saw Brad had knocked out. In less than five minutes, he was out cold!
Finally, with him asleep, I could catch some Z's.
Even though I don't get drunk easily, my stomach still felt off, and I was super thirsty. So yeah, sleep was crucial, and I needed it bad.
I found a comfy spot, pulled the blanket over, and crashed immediately. No clue how long I slept, but I had this awesome dream.
In the dream, I was chilling in a cute little forest, lying on the grass, soaking up the sun. The warmth made me drowsy.
Out of nowhere, a furry critter started rubbing against my face.
I was so sleepy, I didn't wanna open my eyes. I turned over, trying to dodge it. But it kept following me, kissing my eyes, then my nose, and finally, it licked my lips. Its lips were soft, almost sweet, and the familiar taste hit me.
My lips were Brad's territory, no one else had ever touched them. I had to keep them safe for him; no way was I letting some little animal get a taste.
I irritably swatted at it, missing the critter but waking up in the process.
I opened my eyes to find Brad's smiling face right in front of me.
I was holding his head with both hands, our eyes locked, and time seemed to freeze.
Hungover Brad looked tired, his lips cracked, but his eyes were bright like the morning sun.
Turned out, the one messing with my dream was Brad's head!
I was so annoyed that Brad wouldn't let me sleep at night, and now he was at it again in the morning.
I turned over, trying to catch a few more winks. "I still wanna sleep."
"No more sleeping, babe. Let's finish what we started last night," Brad said.
His breath, still faintly boozy, came closer, and his head started rubbing against my face and neck again. The stubble he had grown overnight was rough, grazing my neck and making me giggle.
I was so disturbed that I couldn't sleep anymore and had to wake up.
What did we start last night? Did we do something? I was still puzzled when Brad's kisses moved from my forehead to my eyes.
Suddenly, I remembered the scene where Brad was acting like a big puppy, wanting to kiss. So that's what he meant by unfinished business.
I said, "Brad, were you not really..."
"Yes, I was drunk, completely wasted," Brad interrupted, pressing his finger to my lips to shut me up.
"Then how do you remember wanting to kiss? Do you know how exhausted I was?" I said, hitting him angrily.
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