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I threw an arm around his shoulder as we stumbled down the moonlit sidewalk.
"You know Shawn," I slurred, "-you're not so bad, you know that?" I started to laugh.
"What're you laughing at, Detective Lassie-ter?" He laughed too, and put his arm around my waist.
"Cause I know a secret," I said, trying to sober my face, and failing spectacularly.
"I'm good at secrets, one could almost say I'm freaking great at secrets!" He slurred something unintelligibe, and his eyes started to close. I stopped at the door of the Psych office a moment later, and his eyes snapped open.
"Sorry," he mumbled, and clumsily unlocked the door so he could pull me inside. He turned to face me and I felt cold all of the sudden.
I furrowed my eyebrows. "So what?
He threw his arms in the air. "You have to tell me the secret!"
"Oh!" I started to laugh again, and flopped down on the couch. He dropped into my lap and grabbed my shoulders.
"Tell me the secret!" he begged, his eyes wide with curiosity.
My inebriated brain thought of the consequences for less than a second before answering,"I like you." I leaned forward and softly kissed him. I felt him respond right away, and wrapped his arms around his waist. He nipped my bottom lip gently as he pulled slowly away. He studied my eyes for a second, and as he leaned in for another kiss, whispered,
"I like you too."
I woke up with a pounding headache and a crick in my neck. All I wanted to do was fall back asleep, but now that I was awake, I couldn't stop my body from becoming aware. I squinted my eyes open and immediately squeezed them shut again, light burning my retinas. I raised a hand to shade them, and opened them slower this time. The first thing I saw was Carlton sleeping quietly on the opposite end of the couch. "We went drinking last night," I remebered. "But what else happened?"
"He had his arm around your shoulder..." Yes, but that was typical drunk behavior. "Your arm was around his waist..." Once again, typical drunk behavior. "He said he had a secret, and you sat on his lap..." Okay, that was admittedly less typical. I don't want him to get uncomfortable around me, maybe he'll just forget about that. No need for him to know I have a "thing" for him. What happened after that? I put my hands on his shoulders... "His lips pressed against yours, and your heart stopped for a second. And then you told him you liked him..." I felt a ridiculous grin rising up on my face, and I didn't fight it. I looked down, but I still had pants on. My smile turned into a smirk. "You're far to classy for a crazy-person like myself, Lassie." He shifted slightly in his sleep, and I felt a warm squishy part inside me glowing. I studied him for a second longer, then slid across the couch next to him. I moved his arm onto his lap and rested my head on his shoulder. As i drifted off to sleep, I felt his arm wrap around my shoulders.