Page 76 of The Broposal

“Oh…” So that meant Tatiana wasn’t just being nice when she’d said it. Unless Kenny was just being nice? But I doubted anyone would kiss me likethatif they weren’t enthusiastic about it.

“So, I have feelings for you,” Kenny said, eyes made to look even bigger and more intense underneath those glasses.

Normally, I would have been afraid to admit it, but the alcohol took away whatever superficial fears I would have had before.

“Me too.” I smiled. We could worry about the implications of this in the morning. For now, I rested my head on Kenny’s chest and smiled.

“Do you think this changes things?” Kenny asked.

“I don’t want it to change things.” I realized then that Kenny seemed a bit out of breath, and I regretfully rolled off him to let him breathe. Kenny immediately took the opportunity to roll over so our positions were switched. Now he was lying on top of me, staring at my lips again.

“Obviously I take back that no-kissing rule…”

Instead of answering, I grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled our faces together so our lips crashed into each other. It was sloppy, and we were drunk, but it was real. At least, as real as an inebriated make-out could be. I resisted the urge to pull away and take off my clothes before continuing. I wanted this, but I also didn’t want to have regrets in the morning. At least if we didn’t do anything more than make out, we could write it off as a drunken mistake if Kenny changed his sobered mind.

“You’re amazing…” Kenny let out breathlessly between kisses.

The praise warmed my insides. Despite my better judgment, I found myself wondering where Kenny’s kinky sex backpack was at that moment. My imagination flared, and I wondered what Kenny got up to with the things inside…

“Are you a dom or a sub?” I had barely finished the thought before I was blurting it out aloud.

Kenny pulled away slightly to look at me, a smirk on his lips. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” he said, licking his lips flirtatiously.

“I mean, yeah, I would,” I said honestly.

He smirked again. “I’m a switch.”

“A switch,” I repeated thoughtfully.

“What about you?” he asked.

It wasn’t until then that I realized I was completely unprepared to answer my own question. I never really thought of myself as a particularly submissive person, but I couldn’t deny the warmth in my cheeks at the thought of Kenny using his handcuffs or ropes on me. I didn’t think I’d let anyone else do that to me but Kenny. I knew with him I’d be taken care of. Safe.

“I think I’m a sub,” I finally said. It wasn’t like I wanted him to tie me up and fuck me then and there, but… “I’m… curious.”

Kenny grinned. “I thought you might be. What are you curious about?”

I wouldn’t have been brave enough to say it if I were sober, even if I knew Kenny felt the same way about me. But the alcohol loosened my lips, and I said what I was feeling. “Where’s your sex backpack? You have ropes and stuff in there, right?”

Kenny chuckled. “It’s not safe to play with bondage when you’re drunk. But…” He leaned forward and kissed me again. His hands moved to find mine, and he pinned my wrists down against the bed next to my head. Something churned in my gut. I knew I was technically stronger than Kenny and could move my hands if I wanted to, but that wasn’t the point. Kenny felt strong like this, in control. He pulled away from the kiss but kept his hands firmly pinning my wrists. Then he leaned forward so his breath tickled my ear as he spoke, giving me goose bumps.

“If you’re still curious later, I know exactly what I want to do to you.”

I let out a heavy breath as I felt myself hardening at his words, and I was at a loss for my own.

“For tonight, though, we shouldn’t go any further,” Kennysaid, and I couldn’t help but deflate a bit. I knew it was a bad idea to do anything drunk, but God, I wanted him so badly.

“Okay,” I said, and Kenny rolled off me, instead cuddling my side and rubbing his hand up and down my chest.

I felt myself dozing off soon enough, but instead of leaving me to go to his own room, Kenny pulled the covers over both of us. I scooted even closer to him, and we wrapped our arms around each other. Our legs intertwined for a moment, but the second Kenny’s foot brushed my ankle, I recoiled.

“Oof, sorry,” Kenny said, then scooted the lower half of his body away, leaving us only cuddling from our torsos up.

“It’s okay.” I chuckled awkwardly.

“Have you ever been in love?” Kenny asked after a while of silence.

“Not yet…” I felt like I was getting there, though. Like if we kept this up, I could easily fall in love with Kenny.

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