It was late and I was thoroughly buzzed from the pitcher of sangria over dinner. I could tell Wyatt was too as he swayed and then stumbled through my apartment door. I giggled, hand slapping over my mouth as I tumbled in after him, pushing him deeper into the room.
He fell back on the couch and I moved to sit on his lap. "I am going to have the worst wine hangover tomorrow." I leaned forward, "and it's all your fault." I whispered, giggling lightly.
He laughed and moved to rest his hands on my hips. With a tug, I found myself pulled into him. "You're the one who wanted tapas at 10 PM." He argued playfully.
"You could've said no." I pointed out.
"I can't say no to you." he countered. The edges of my mouth curled upwards and Wyatt brought his lips to mine. He tasted just like me, just l
