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There I was, back against the wall, arms wrapped around his neck, running my fingers through his hair as his lips against mine silently told me exactly how much he had missed me. The only thought running through my head was…

“Oh god, I feel dizzy!”- and not in a good way.

This is one of the pitfalls of spending the day tailgating at a college football game. At the time it seemed perfectly acceptable have a few drinks at 1:00 in the afternoon. I was sure that when I finally got to see this man at 11:00pm- the one who had known the way to my heart was a pair of tickets for me and a girlfriend while he worked up in the booth- I’d be completely recovered. I wanted nothing more than to properly thank him, not to mention raise both of our spirits after the devastating last minute loss, but being thrown into a spontaneous embrace into was more than my poor, dehydrated body could handle.

“Are you okay?” he asked as I pulled away.

It was all I could do to shake my head slowly and brace one hand against the wall suddenly needing it for stability more than seduction. I stumbled into the bathroom, leaving him with no further explanation than, “I just need a minute alone.”

I sat down on the rug, cursing myself, Rumplemintz-spiked hot chocolate, and the distance between us that made this night so invaluable. I took a few deep breaths, regained my composure and walked back into his bedroom.

“Are you all right?” he asked again. To his credit he sounded sincerely concerned and not a bit irritated or spooked.

“Yep, I’m fine,” I replied. “It just kind of hit me that I had been drinking all day. I’m sorry…”

“Don’t worry,” he replied as I crawled under the covers and nestled into the corner of his outstretched arm. “I’m just happy to have you here.”

Which provoked what is probably the least romantic thought I have ever had in my life, “I’m so glad that I didn’t just vomit, because all I want to do is kiss you right now.”

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