Behind Closed Doors

"Well good night Jon" Nancy slightly slurred. She gave me a lingering look and bit her bottom lip so subtly but man was it sexy. I couldn't get her doe eyes out of my mind as I heard myself whisper back Goodnight Nance.

She slowly closed the French door and retreated into her room for the night. I went back to my sad make-shift bed in the study of the creep whose house we were in tonight and laid on my back thinking..and feeling. A swirl of emotions.

The vodka still coursing through my body, keeping me energized but somehow lethargic at the same time. I felt so strongly about Nancy at this time and wanted to do something for once. I couldn't keep letting every opportunity for us disappear.

I got up and threw open my door, walking confidently back down the hall to Nancy who surprisingly was standing outside her door looking at..me