When a girl said no, she meant no. Teddy knew this. He knew this because both Aubrey and Jaimie had forever pounded it into his head. Were he a touch less drunk than he was - more like a lot less drunk - he wouldn't have even gone this direction. Okay, that was a lie. He'd have still gone this route, but with in a far less forward manner. He'd still be wooing and suggesting. He'd have backed off when she made it clear that she wasn't interested with a laugh and a joke about himself.

Unfortunately he was very drunk and even though she was indicating, with words, that she wasn't interested she was giggling and she wasn't pushing him away. It had him growing bolder as his fingers dug into the flesh of her inner thigh just below the promised land; as he pulled her closer to him, their bodies pressed against each other.

“I'm never speaking to you again."

He responded with a drunken laugh and readied himself to go in for a good kiss even if his gut was rolling. He counted it at nerves which made all the sense in the world. He was about to have sex for the first time, wasn't he? But the rolling in his gut only grew worse and suddenly that rolling wasn't in his gut and he was lurching to the side, puking out the contents of his alcohol saturated stomach. If he hoped it was to stop there, he was to be disappointed, for on the heels of his first gut-wrenching upheaval came another and then another. With a groan, he crawled from Devon and landed on the cold stone floor, his stomach still very much in upheaval.


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