Disclaimer; I don't own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does :(
A/N: So this has been playing about in my head for a while, i'll try my best to update everyday but that might not happen, also a beta would be fantastic!
The sounds of our heavy breathing filled the room, alongside the moaning. His hands...one was wrapped in my hair the other on the small of my back attempting to squeeze me closer. My arms were wrapped around his neck pulling him against me. Our kisses grew deeper, harder. His hand tugging the zipper of my hoodie down, I could smell the vodka off him...I was hungry for more almost ravenous...His kisses were addictive almost and I was hooked. But the one question that continually haunts me every time I think of that night is how did we even get to that state?
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