I stared at him blankly, as if he'd just asked me to show him how my sister wants him to kiss her. Realising that's exactly what he said, I toppled over in my own steps, knocking him down gently with my own disbalance, both of us landing on his soft bed, him on top of me, breathing heavily. I tried to reason with him, our close proximity suddenly making me crazy. Nudging him gently on his shoulders, I tried to push him from above me. But when he didn't, I grew nervous. "You're drunk." I said, as a matter of