Fifty-Six

M O N G R E L

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Walking toward the couch where we sat before, I glance at Demetre and he nods. Before I can say anything, Demetrius is beside me, his hand entangled in the strands of my hair as he brings his lips down against mine, slightly touching. I'm stunned for a moment, my breath inhaling sharply while his hand slides down from my shoulder, touching the side of my waist before holding it firmly. 

When he pulls away, without even kissing me, I'm left breathless. I can smell the alcohol on his breath as Demetre whispers, "Shall we start the game, little Ana?"

"Yea..." I breathe out as my voice trails off.

Apparently.... Demetrius doesn't think so and asks the question, "Would you have drunk sex or have sex when you're hungover?"

I suppose both are pretty good to be honest, but drunk sex is very common.... so... I reply, "Hungover sex, it doesn't