Coming Out: Reject the Kiss
From Create Your Own Story
"Max, Max-" you get out before he starts going in for the kiss, which you barely dodge. His eyes are slightly glazed over and he's giving you this stupid dumb smile that is driving you crazy. Part of you wished that you hadn't stopped that kiss but you weren't about to take advantage of a man who didn't even know who you were. Maxwell leans back in and holds you back, kissing you for sure this time.
"Fuck, Max, stop. It's me - Luke. You're in my bed and you're kissing me, Luke, your roommate," you reply adamantly, pulling away from your friend and turning to your side. You just want to fall to sleep. It's been a shitty night and Max isn't making it any easier with his drunkenness.
"You're not Luke," he slurs into your ear, gripping your ass hard and sliding his hand underneath your briefs and playing with your skin. "No man has an ass this great, babe. Oh, babe, I love you so much, I can't e-even describe it," he says, trailing off as his eyelids slowly shut. Thank God.
You pull his hand out of your underwear and let out a big sigh - tomorrow is going to be fucked up.
