I felt my back against the soft bed.
I want to open my eyes but I'm too sleepy. My eyelids are heavy, brought on by fatigue and the amount of wine I've drunk. I can also feel the thread and the rotation around.
I want to know where I am. Whether it's in my room, or in Bjorn's room who brought me home.
"Hmmm," I moaned as I felt something touch my lips. I turned my face to the side, because I wanted to sleep, but it's as if something was touching my lips.
When it moved slowly, I realized that someone was kissing me. Soft lips moved softly against my lips accompanied by a suction on my lower lip.
Bjorn is kissing me! I was alarmed, but I couldn't move to push him away.
I shook my head to avoid my face. I avoided his lips.
Don't kiss me! screamed my brain. I have to be Bjorn's girlfri
