Taylor
Something warm and slightly calloused brushed against my skin. It felt good, nice in a seriously comforting way. and I needed comforting because I felt all kinds of awful.
The shirt I had been wearing was peeled away. My arms were lifted by strong hands so it could be slid down and discarded and I was glad to see it go.
“Annie?” I mumbled, God I felt out of sorts. Half drunk and half hungover and it was making thoughts impossible. “Did I pass out?” I wasn’t known to be a big drinker, but it had been years since I had gotten that drunk that I'd passed out. Embarrassment flooded me. Annie was my friend, and I knew she wouldn’t judge but I was mortified. What kind of grown ass woman got so drunk that she had to be undressed by her best friend and put to bed like a child. And I had
