Jean sat on top of his thighs while pulling up her skirt she flipped her hair back while still under the blankets. B could smell Jean’s beer soaked breath he forced himself to sit up making Jean slide off. Jean held on to B‘s side pocket, “your going to leave.” "I just . . . can't," he stood up and put on his slippers, he walked out of the room without looking back. Jean laid back down feeling embarrassed she punched her pillow and dove into it barring her face in in it. She hated herself for throwing herself at him as hard as she did.
jean is very drunk he is not as much so he feels guilty like his taking advantage of her
jean is very drunk he is not as much so he feels guilty like his taking advantage of her