Go back to bed, James.

You finally snap out of whatever trance you've been in for the past few minutes, snatching your hand back from her leg as if burned.
"Jesus...I'm sorry, Kay. I don't know what's wrong with me...." you stand up suddenly, and nearly pitch backward over the ottoman you'd been sitting on. Kayla grabs your waistband, keeping you from falling ass over head.
"Easy, big fella. I was just teasing you."
You sit back down hard, dropping the empty bottle onto the carpet. "I should get back up to bed..."
"Hey..." Kayla stands up. "I'm sorry. This was such a good day. I didn't mean to spoil it..." she suddenly sits back down. "Whoa...I shouldn't...I shouldn't do that..." she lays down on her side.
"I'm sorry for whatever...that was." You shake your head.
"Don't sweat it, James. I'm drunk... you're sleepy." She reaches out to grab your fingers. "Thanks for inviting me over..."
"Did..." you aren't sure you want to ask. "Were you telling the truth about Sammi?"
Kayla smirks. "Yes, you blockhead. I'm paraphrasing, but she would take a ride on the J-train, given half a chance."
"Wow."
"Yeah. Sit with that for a while, buddy." She gets comfortable on the couch. "G'night."
You climb the stairs, and slide back into bed. Jenna's snoring away, and you give her a little kiss on the back of her head before laying down.
Sleep is slow in returning. Images of Kayla, and Sammi, float through your mind. You might be thick skulled, but it's clear to you that when Kayla spoke about men not realizing when a girl is into them, she wasn't just talking about Sammi.
Sleep rolls over you as you struggle with these ideas.