Taylor's hands lingered on Amelia's body a second longer than necessary. His mind were fueled by lust, and the alcohol only made it worse. 
"Sorry.." he apologized, hands in his lap to hide himself away, from Amelia's gaze. His eyes followed her movements lazily; taking in every move she did. He looked at her; his lips parted just a notch, as his eyes were lidded. She kissed him again, but this time he pulled away. No; they couldn't just kiss just because they were drunk. He licked his lips and looked at her again.
"You're right-" he began, "you don't know me, and I don't know you. This is wrong.. We should stop." he slurred, and moved a little further away from her lingering gaze.
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