Alone

A weak smile on, I said, "yes, I am," and attempted to walk away, only to find myself drawn back the second time.

Drake pinned me to the couch and sly smiled his way to my ears, "I have this feeling like, whatever that's about to happen now, has been done before".

"What do you mean?" I inquired, but fall short on my words when he slowly peels my clothe off my body. 

"I meant this" he added but pulled away ambling into the kitchen.

I viewed quietly and watched him, bring two bottles of beer, rambling back.

"Do you care to join me"? He tossed a bottle and seats down next to me.

I kept on looking, as he opens up his bottle, the same way Liam would, and turns to meet me staring, "Sara, do you perhaps not like it?".

The impression of me not being able to control myself whenever am drunk rang in my ears, I weighed the possibility of things not ending on a downside tonight.