"I didn't fucking kiss you first! You did!" Amelia felt like a little girl, blaming someone else now and she was annoyed by that so as she massaged her temples she sighed and said softly.
"You know...We could work...But, just get some rest and we'll talk again when we aren't drunk.  Sorry I got mad or whatnot." Just that sentence took so much force to put together.  The words were chunky and misplaced but she didn't really care.  She reached over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.  Hoping that her plan would work before backing away to the doorway of her room.  She lingered before saying again.
"You can come and rest on a proper bed, Taylor."
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