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"You little evil genius I love you for this," I say, kissing her head as her eyes fight to stay open

"That’s the only reason you lovecoainstskills areher head and swinging her up in rip

She dozes off for isters with her, and by the time we make it to our floor, I have to rush her to the bathroo into the wo like hell no one is in there Thankfully, the floor see handicapped stall at the end and get her to the toilet right in tiht to cood, this…this is awful," she says, laying her face on the rim of the toilet

"I know That’s another first… drunk is usually followed by your first post-drinking vo under the stall door to et some wet towels And you should probably not put your face on that…I doubt it’s clean"

"Yeah…but I sorta don’t care," she says, her voice barely able to project

I pull the paper towel dispenser open and grab a good handful froain I run the wet, back to Roho has somehow slid down to completely lie on the small-tiled floor

"That’s one of those firsts I don’t care to repeat," she mumbles

"Yeah, I know I said that too But then, I did it again," I admit, as I lift her up into my lap and sht sweat, and I can tell she has the chills by the tiny bumps all over her arms and neck "Here, let me see your face"

She tilts her face to lued shut She’s seconds away fro out, and as bad as this sounds, she’s beautiful--even like this I take a handful of the wet towels and run the to cool her and make her feel less like a speed-race of bile just cleared her lips

"There, that any better?" I ask, and she moans, her mouth too weak to fully frown "You think you need to do that…again?" I lean my head toward the toilet, and Rowe cracks one eyelid open long enough to see before closing it again She shakes her head no, bringing her hands to her et you to bed"

Rowe’s legs are sexy as hell, but carrying the she were five-foot-two instead of the extra six or seven inches she is Lifting her body fro Like…at all I nearly jar her head into the doorway of the woirl from down the hall exits the elevator and catches us, she blushes

"She got a little carried away tonight," I whisper, and she smiles and rushes back to her rooet the keys froes to sit up at the edge ofbaseball socks she had on with her costu the buttons of her shirt off until I get to see the entire bra that has been teasing one so differently

"Can I have your green one?" she asks, and I head to the closet to begin sifting through reen one," I say, finding the long-sleeved shirt she usually sleeps in and flipping off the light before I shut the closet door behind o on the front," she says, pulling her ar out a big breath while her body sinks deeply into the blankets scrunched up around her

"Yeah, I’iveher body enough to pullher pants fros, and she crawls up to the head ofthe entire blanket up in her arled mess