Dr. NoSleep

It was past two in the morning, and we were snuggled in a recliner in front of the TV.

No way, I said.

I'm way too drunk for that.

I told you we would have to crash here if I did any drinking.

Pouting, Delia said.

I know, I just wanted you to have fun and let loose a little.

You're always so reserved.

I like that about you, but I know you have another side.

I wanted to see it.

But now, even more than that, I want a little us time.

The littlest things she did could get my engine revving.

Although I rarely saw her apply any, her thick lips always glistened with lip gloss.

And when she pushed them out in a pout, it sent my mind straight into the gutter.

I looked into her gold-flecked brown skin and felt my stomach tensing with excitement.

She was gorgeous, with golden brown skin, a full figure, high cheekbones, and dark, glossy hair.

As drunk as I was, the idea of some us-time suddenly had me contemplating driving anyway.

It was a bad idea, and I had promised my mother when she surprised me with a car on my 18th birthday that I would never drive drunk.

Although there were some promises I had failed to keep, that wasn't one of them.

Especially since we had lost my dad to a drunk driving accident when I was 15.

Now that I was 21 and of legal drinking age, it was even more important.