But my lips never made contact with his. Was I really so drunk I could not even find this man’s lips with mine?
I opened my eyes. He had leaned away from me and was looking down.
Oh. My cheeks burned. Of course he doesn’t want to kiss me. Look at me. I just vomited everywhere, I’m sweaty and gross, I probably had nasty breath…God, how could I be so stupid?
“I…I’m sorry,” I stammered. I pulled myself away from his arm that was still around my shoulder. “I should go….” I attempted to stand but to no avail.
“Hazel, no, wait,” Dylan said, helping me back down to sitting. He placed a hand on my knee. “I want more than anything to kiss you, but this is not the right time. You’re drunk, you’re going through a really tough period…”
I nodded, tryi
