"Me too"

"Me too," I replied, making a show of looking her up and down as well. She was an attractive girl, with captivating hazel eyes, but my gaze lingered longest on the modest swell of her breasts.

She struck a slight pose and laughed. "You tired?"

"Not really, you?"

"Nah. Wanna stay up a while?"

Emily and I stayed up a lot later than I think either of us intended, just talking, getting to know each other, and drinking a bit more. Eventually, some time around 5am, we parted ways with a drowsy hug and went to get a very short night's sleep.

I'd love to tell you what we talked about that night, but honestly, I don't think either of us can remember. I blame the ****.