Almost, but don’t forget to say goodnight

After being left alone in your room, you gather the last of your things and reluctantly make your way down the stairs to fold out couch. You do your best to set it up with pillows and blankets, but because the couch is older and was already secondhand when you go it, you start preparing yourself for a poor nights sleep. Wondering how Amy is doing, you decide it would be best to go upstairs and say goodnight before going to bed.

You make your way back up the stairs, going right when you reach the top rather then the familiar way left to your own room. As you approach Jamal’s door you contemplate for a moment just reaching for the handle and opening it unannounced, but eventually decide against it. Knocking on the door a few times, you wait quietly for someone to answer.

For a moment nothing happens. Then, with a slow but loud squeak, Jamal’s door opens just enough for Amy to stick her face through. “Heeeeeey baby! Everything ok?” She says to you is a long smooth tone, her face flushed and hair messy. “Oh um…I suppose so, I was just going to come say goodnight” you explain as her eyes stay glued to your face, her expression giving that of someone trying really hard to focus on something and failing. “Oh, was that all?” She asks as there is a notice jolt of her head, her face thumping half out of view for a moment as if she had just be run into by something.

“We..well, goo…good ni…..good night I supPOSE UHHH” she moans loudly at the end of the sentence, her eyes rolling back slightly as she does. Her head still seems to be swaying now, but this time continuously, as if to a beat. “Are you ok?” You ask confused, not sure what the sudden noise she made was.

“Oh uh…mmmff….yeah I’m fine. I just……uuuuuuh…..I just stubbed my toe” she exclaims between laboured breaths as the movement of her head from left to right become stronger and stronger as the rhythm continues. “Oh ok, well let me know if you need anything from downstairs” you say as you lean in to give her a kiss. For a moment her eyes catch on to what your doing and she tries to lean forward to kiss you, but her swaying gets too strong. All you get is a quick peck on the lips before the door is slammed shut loudly in front of you. From the other side of the door you could almost make out Amy moaning something like “ooooh god, fuck yes!” But just assumed you were hearing it wrong.

As you make your way back down stairs, you wonder why your lips taste a little bit salty after that quick kiss, chalking it up to some type of lip balm she must have been wearing. You climb onto the pullout couch and settle in for the night. You’re scrolling on your phone to unwind, about to put it down and sleep when you get a message.