Keep milking

I don't know why, but I don't want to hurt his feelings. I keep milking my drink as I chat with everyone. Despite that, however, the drink still hits me hard fairly quickly. My vision starts to get a little blurry and I'm having trouble putting sentences together.

"I think you need some air." I hear a voice as someone grabs my arm and start to lead me out of the kitchen.

It's jacob, at least I think it's him. I look forward to some fresh air. He gently guides me around people and up some stairs.

"Up some stairs? I didn't go down any stairs when I entered. Did I?" My thoughts and memory were so out of wack my head was hurting a little.

Jacob opened a door and led me in. He closed the door behind me and hit a switch. I thought I heard the click of the door locking, but I was trying too hard to figure out where I was. looks like a bedroom. The bed in the middle was very large. A hand spins me around and I'm facing Jacob again.

He leans into me and presses his lips to mine.