"Yes... I want you to leave me alone. I mean it."
The words leave a sickly taste in your mouth and you wash them down with even more wine, aware that the more you drink the more your resolve might weaken but you're not thinking straight.
"Do you tho...
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Your heart's still pounding as you rush up the stairs and push open Larry's bedroom door. Thankfully he's still asleep and you push the door almost closed but not quite, worried the sound might wake him, then you lean back against it to collect your thoughts.
Did you just imagine all of that or was Van actually coming on to you?
He never actually put his hands on you or explicitly propositioned you but the intention was clear... wasn't it?
Fuck...
This isn't happening. No way. No fucking way. You're in a serious, loving, committed relationship with his best friend for gods sake. Not to mention that you hate Van. You really hate him.
Just keep telling yourself that Y/N...
You close your eyes and lean your head back against the door, willing your racing heart to slow, but snap-shots dance through your head ceaselessly of what might have happened. You screw your eyes shut tight, trying in vain to block them out, your hands balled into fists at your sides.
"What's up Y/N? You don't look so good."
Your eyes snap open quickly to see Larry sat up in bed, his hair all tousled and his eyes half-closed in that cute, sleepy way of his. As usual he's wearing a smile, and that alone sets off a sickening churn of guilt in your stomach.
You push off from the door quickly, fixing your own smile which you hope looks genuine. "Hey sleepy head! You're awake! I'm fine, I just nipped downstairs to make a cuppa!"
He glances down to your empty hands. "So... where is it then?"
"Errr... oh... I... errr... I drank it down there!" You stumble, moving forward and climbing on to the bed, setting about pulling the covers up over you so that you don't have to look him in the eye.
"Really?"
His tone has an edge of disbelief and you feel your heart skip a beat. You just nod, fussing with the covers. "Uh-huh..."
"You mean you didn't make one for me?"
"I can go back down if you like?" You offer, cringing inside at the thought of enduring more time with Van, but one look at Larry confirms that he doesn't want you to go anywhere.
"Nah, s'okay, I was only joking," he grins, reaching out an arm to curl around your waist. "C'mere... I'd rather have you than a cup of tea any day!"
His arm slides further around your waist as he rises up, pushing you down against the mattress as he does, his lips going straight to your neck. You stiffen, resisting when he tries to slide a knee in between your legs, pushing back on him. He immediately pulls back, a tinge of wariness clouding the mischievous glint that had been in his eye only moments before.
"You sure you're okay?" He asks again. "What's the matter? You hungover or something?"
"Yeah!" You hurriedly reply, thankful that he's provided you with the perfect excuse to resist his advances. "I thought I was okay but I'm suddenly feeling a bit queasy. Maybe I just need a little bit more sleep after all."
