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    Only two guys had to have a ride home. I was a little worried about being alone in the car with guys I didn’t know, but remembered my mace and figured as intoxicated as they were that they wouldn’t try anything. Of course, I didn’t think about the fact that they’d aggravate me to death. Ear plugs were needed more than mace.
    It was nearly midnight by the time I got home and finally had a quiet house again. I was worn out. It had been such a long day with all of the moving and cleaning and shopping. All I wanted to do lie down in my bed, and sleep.
    I already had my shirt off and thrown on the floor when I walked in my room. I switched on the light to find a t-shirt to sleep in. The loud groan nearly gave me a heart attack. Someone was in my bed and wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Not even a decent pair. They looked like a thrift store special. What the hell?
    “Please, for the love of God, turn off the damn light.”
    “Um no,” I walked over to the side of the bed he was on and stared down at the drunken idiot lying there half naked. “You need to get your ass up out of my bed.” Could this night get any worse or better? He was kind of hot. What am I saying? I snapped out of it.
    His eyes opened slowly, and even through the redness I recognized them. I couldn’t place him, but I knew him from somewhere.
    “Sawyer Evans, is that you? Am I dead?” He moved his arm to block the light from his eyes. “Wow.” He was only looking at me through one open eye, but that eye was definitely checking me out.
    “That seems to be the theme around here tonight.” People recognizing me and checking out the all grown up sister.
    “Huh?”
    “Nothing,” I rolled my eyes. “You can leave any day now.”
    “You don’t recognize me?” He asked.
    “Listen, I’d love to play twenty questions with you, its real fun and all, but the effing party is over and all I want to do is go to bed.” He laughed.  “I’m glad you think this is funny.”
    “Sorry, I just don’t remember you being so,” he paused. “Grown up,” well that wasn’t what I was expecting. He slid his legs to the side of the bed and rose up slowly. The muscles in his chest and arms flexed with every movement. “I’m real sorry Sawyer. Dane said to find a place to lay my head. I can’t drive, and this was the closest place I could make it without crawling.” He tried to stand; his head was pressed in the palm of his hand. Stumbling, he fell back on the bed. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
    “Oh hell no, not in my bed, please,” I pleaded. “Come on, the bathroom is ten feet away.”
    “Ugh,” he groaned.
    “No, no, no,” I took his hand and pulled him as hard as I could. He barely budged. He was huge, muscles everywhere. I mean everywhere. “Please whatever your name is. Come on.” I leaned over him and placed my hand to his cheek. His skin was clammy and coated in perspiration. Flashes of Dane’s pale face were flooding my memories. I don’t know how many times that I’ve taken care of him in this same situation. “Please come on.”
    He rolled over on his side, towards me. I jumped back out of the way, afraid he might barf right in my lap. Slowly he slid himself off the bed and onto the floor. I’m not sure how that happened, but I realized in the process that he has the sexiest back I had ever seen, irrelevant I know. Watching him crawl to the bathroom was so damn funny. Although the sad and pathetic noises coming from him, made me feel a bit sorry for him. Every time he paused to breathe, he reminded me of a big beef burrito.
    I reached my hand down to help him several times, but couldn’t seem to find the right thing to do. So I just watched him. Stepping ahead of him, I turned on the bathroom light. He was so close, just a couple more feet. I’ve honestly never seen a grown man crawl on his hands and knees like this. With the strength of his arms, he pulled himself up over the toilet, and not a minute too