ZARA

Without warning, Zara throws up on Jay's shirt as he is opening her bedroom door.

"Well thanks," he states sarcastically.

"I'm sorry," she pouts and winks at him.

He takes off​ his t-shirt inside the room and drops it by the door. Zara oggles shamelessly at his fit body as he pulls back the sheets and waits for her to get into bed.

Instead, Zara sits up in bed and starts unbuttoning her shirt.

"Woah woah woah, what do you think you're doing?" He asks her.

"Do you like me?" She asks him, slurring over her words in a drunken daze. Her shirt falls on the floor.

"Zara, no. Please." He begs, scared to take advantage of a drunk girl.

"Please?" She asks.

"No," he replies firmly, with much difficulty.

Zara gets off the bed and approaches him, her gait sultry. She puts her hands on his chest, looking him firmly in the eyes. Without a second thought, they kiss, and fall onto her bed.

"This is wrong," Jay breathes, still kissing her. "We can't," they continue kissing.

Jay slowly pulls away. "Zara, you're drunk, and this is wrong. We can't do this."

"No," she moans. "We can can."

He untangles himself from her and stands up. "Lie down, and get some rest."

"Are you leaving?" Zara asks him, still in a drunken daze.

"Yeah," Jay replies, knowing that if he were to stay a second longer, he would loose his control.