Drinking plus an attractive person usually equals embarrassment and regret.

This is no different.

Two hours after we both took our first shots we were both twerking on my bed to "Big Girls Don't Cry".

Needless to say, neither of us is going to be winning America's Got Talent any time soon.

The song ended and we both plopped down onto the bed. Tate handed me the bottle and I took another swig of it.

"I've decided something." Tate declared.

"And what is it that you've decided?"

"If I'm going to be your Wall-e, then you have to be my Eve." He slurred.

"We're not together Tate! No one can live up to the beautiful connection that those two machines had!" I protested.

He pouted. "Why?"

"Because we don't like each other." I said simply.

"I like you, though, and if you'd let your guard down for even a minute, you'd realize that you like me too." He argued.

"I don't need any more complications in my life. I can admit that you're hot. There's nothing wrong with stating the obvious, but I don't need a relationship. I don't have the time or energy for it right now." I started picking at my nail polish.

Tate grabbed my hands and leaned closer to me. "Make the time."

It was almost in slow motion. I saw his lips drawing closer and closer and I couldn't move.

I felt like I was just stuck there.

After what felt like forever, his lips found mine. At first, I didn't respond, but after a few seconds, I decided to kiss him back. What the hell. I deserve some fun.

This kiss was even more passionate than the first one. Maybe because we both knew, even if it was subconsciously, that something between us changed.

Tate's kisses are intense. He made me feel like my mouth on his was the only thing keeping him alive. And damn. I wasn't complaining.

He changed our positions so that I was underneath him. He was leaning on his forearms to keep from crushing me. One of my hands was raking through his hair, while the other was roaming along his chest.

"I'm going to give you something you'll never forget." His hot breath fanned out down my neck, giving me goosebumps.

And that's the last thing I remember.

*

I opened my eyes to a blinding light. That's weird. I always make sure to close my curtains before bed.

I tried to get out of bed, but something was weighing me down.

That's when I heard a loud, obnoxious snore right in my ear.

"What the hell?" I said aloud.

Suddenly, the weight was lifted off me.

It turns about that weight was an arm and a leg spooning me. That arm and leg both belonged to none other than Tate Marks.

He stood up quickly and flinched when the cold air touched his body. His naked body.

Oh shit.

I looked under the covers. Fuck. I wasn't wearing any clothes. I moved my legs around. Yep, I definitely had sex with him.

"Tate!" I yelled at him.

He looked down and his eyes widened. Seems like he doesn't remember either.

"Woah." He grabbed one of my pillows and covered his man parts.

"Yeah, you can keep the pillow."

"Did we-?" He asked cautiously.

"Yep." I confirmed sitting up. I held my sheet over my chest. I noticed my T-shirt draped over my bedside lamp and quickly pulled it on.

This doesn't have to be awkward. I mean, it's not like I was a virgin or anything.

I saw Tate's jeans on the floor, so I reached down and grabbed them. I tossed it to him.

"I think I have Coco Puffs in the cabinet downstairs if you want breakfast." I offered.

We can just pretend this never happened. It's not like either of us remember it anyway.

"Okay." He nodded and tugged on his jeans. I looked away.

Tate made his way downstairs and I finally got out of bed. I grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

This is not good. I thought as I started up the shower and shed my t-shirt.

I have no idea if we used protection or if Tate has any diseases.

Did my mother ever come home last night or is she in a jail cell? If she came home, did she hear us?

I cringed just thinking about it.

I took a quick five-minute shower and threw on my sweatpants and a tank top.

First things first, I quietly walked own to my mother's room and opened the door. Her room was empty. Her purse and keys were still on her dresser. So, she didn't come home. I didn't know what to think about that.

I made my way downstairs and found Tate sitting at our kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal.

"Um, hi." I mumbled, reaching into the cabinet for a bowl of my own.

"So, what does this mean for us?" He asked, getting straight to the point.

I froze. "This doesn't mean anything, Tate. We were both drunk and we both don't remember anything. It's not a big deal."

"I wish I remembered though. I don't have any STDs or anything either if you were wondering." He put down his spoon and stared at me.

I fixed myself a bowl of cereal and sat across from him. "That's good to know, but this still was just a drunken mishap. No one can know about this."

"But I finally have something solid enough to call dibs." He complained.

Oh, I am not the kind of person who is okay with being objectified. "Dibs? Really? What are you, five?"

He rolled his eyes. "Dibs isn't about owning a girl. It's about settling potential fights between friends. If I call dibs, I don't have to worrying about punching one of my friends for asking you out."

That kind of makes sense, but I still think it's objectifying. Plus, there is no way that I want everyone knowing about our little one-night stand. "If you tell anyone about last night, I'm never talking to you again." I warned him.

He sighed. "Fine, but then you can't date anyone else."

I don't want to date anyone right now, but still. Tate can't control me. "I don't respond well to blackmail, Marks."

He fished out the last Coco Puff from his bowl. He looked up and stared at me, intensely. "It's not blackmail. I just know what I want. If you want to date someone else, that's fine, but it's not going to be someone I know, and I won't promise not to try to convince your date that if they know what's good for them, they'll run the other way." He put his spoon down and walked over to the sink as if he hadn't just threatened the wellbeing of any future male suitors.

"I don't even know what to say about that."

"Then don't say anything. Want to watch Netflix?" He finished washing his bowl and put it on the counter to dry.

"As long as there is no chill involved, sure." I shrugged. It's not like I have anything better to do today anyway.

We spent the entire day binge watching The Flash. I laughed at Tate's commentary and we ended up having a popcorn fight around noon.

For the first time, I felt like Tate and I could end up being really great friends.

As long as we manage not to have another drunken sex party for two.