Madison and you had been best friends for many years. You did everything together, you knew every part of each other (more than you probably should).

One night you went to a party with some other friends and got so drunk you could barely stand. So you decided to go back to Madison’s house together.

When you arrived, everything was spinning and you started to feel sick, so you ran to the bathroom and threw up (ew).

Then you went up to Madison’s bedroom, changed, and stayed in a short tank top and your underwear.

Once you felt a bit better, you stood there with your back to the bed, staring at a fixed point (still very dizzy). Until Madison, who was lying down, moved toward you and started kissing your sides and wrapping her arms around your waist.

“In the future, we should get married… right?”

Madison murmured between kisses, slurring her words.