The Birthday Party

So, Doug’s birthday party was amazing.  I drank too much, got completely wasted.

Side note: I don’t typically drink that much, if at all.  So that’s significant.

After a nightly jaunt to the graveyard and hopping fences while smashed, we went back to the house to start winding down.  Doug was completely gone.  He could barely keep his head up.  So I helped him to the couch and laid my head on his shoulder.  Instead, he wrapped his arm around me and I found myself cuddling with him.  Of all the things that happened that night, this is the one thing I remember clearly.  My heart was pounding in my chest. One of Doug’s friends came and threw a blanket over us and Doug and I fell asleep, cuddling.  At one point, he got up to go to the bathroom and when he came back, he pulled me close to him and wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hip.

I think it’s safe to say that I fell asleep pretty fucking happy with a smile on my face.

Even after we woke up the next morning, he continued lay/lean on me and just be so close. I was one happy woman.  Even if it was temporary.