The kiss was deep. He turned my body onto his and his hands were around my waist.I was shocked out of my fogginess for a second. I kissed him back at first. His hands ran down my sides. Then I remembered. I pushed him away. He looked confused. I stumbled off the couch and out the door.

"Hey, wait!" Marcus called after me. I took off the heels that I borrowed and ran. The dress was restricting but I ran anyways. The cold air went straight to my bones and my feet were cold and sore.

I ran for twenty minutes until I reached the college. I ran to the dormitory building. I went up the stairs to my dorm. I got there and I fumbled to find my keys. My head was foggy again. All the adrenaline was gone. I didn't realize that I left my keys at Rose's. So I did the thing I normally did when I couldn't find something. I cursed and kicked the door. I walked back and forth cursing loudly.

"Where'd you put them?!" I yelled to no one. I heard someone shush me from another dorm.
"Shhhhh right back to you! I'm trying to think!" I paced back and forth. Then I had the genius idea to break down the door. I shoved my shoulder into it. It didn't budge. I did it again: same result. I started banging one of the shoes against the door hoping that someone would open up. I heard a light click on and the shuffling of feet.

"Yeah, yeah. I hear you." A husky male voice said. The door opened and Alex stood at the other side.
"You can stop now." He said annoyed. I put the shoe down and looked at him.
"What the? What the heck did you do?" I smiled sheepishly.
"I-I went to a house. With people and games." I said proud of myself for remembering.
"Oh gods, you're drunk." I shook my head and stumbled into the dorm.

'It's so much bigger than earlier,' I thought while turning in a circle. Alex grabbed my shoulders, "Hey, you need to stop and go to bed." I looked at his are chest. 'He's so hot.' I thought to myself.
"Mmmmm, no!" I said giggling.
"Cass, you're drunk. You need to go to bed."
"I'm not drunk and I'm not tired!" I insisted. Alex looked at the roof and said something in Spanish. He walked to me and picked me up.
"No! No! No! I don't wanna go!" I insisted. He purposefully started to let me drop. I squeaked and clung to his neck.

"Don't let me drop, please." I begged while holding on for dear life. He carried me to my bed and tried to lay me down. I refused to let go. It looked like a long drop and he was so warm. I was so cold and tired. I just wanted him to hold me.
"Don't let me go." I whispered.