There Were Places We Would Go At Midnight..., chapter 3
As Billie Joe leaned in to kiss her once more he was almost startled by how different she was from Adie. Everything about her was something new and exciting for him to explore, and he couldn't resist. It was like a breath of fresh air. For 12 years he had kissed the same lips, woken up to the same voice, heard the same voice. Adie was the last thing he saw at night and the first thing he saw in the morning. He didn't know anything else. But now, this-this was mamzing. Was this what he had been missing out on? He knew how easily he could have gotten another girl right now, he had just never tried it. But now that he had one... Could he really let that slip through his fingers? Still,.. He was so drunk.. Would he feel this good in the morning? Aw, fuck it.
He slipped off Sarah's shirt and kissed her beautiful, pale skin on her chest. And as she undid his belt, she remembered hazily- "Wait, aren't you married?"
Billie Joe gazed up at her with an intense longing. After a beat he replied, "Not tonight."
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Billie Joe awoke to a searing pain in his head. Eyes barely open, he stumbled into the bathroom, feeling around for an aspirin to nurse the mother of all hangovers. But it wasn't on the counter where he was sure he had left it the night before. "Fuck," he mumbled, and felt his way back to the bed. He curled up against the warm figure beside him. "Adie, babe, do you know where the Aspirin is?" He went to brush her hair off her face, and was surprised by a smoothness quite unlike Adie's locks. This wasn't Adie... And as the previous night's events came back to him all too clearly, he became painfully aware that he was stark naked.
"Oh, god," he thought. "What have I done?"
He slipped off Sarah's shirt and kissed her beautiful, pale skin on her chest. And as she undid his belt, she remembered hazily- "Wait, aren't you married?"
Billie Joe gazed up at her with an intense longing. After a beat he replied, "Not tonight."
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Billie Joe awoke to a searing pain in his head. Eyes barely open, he stumbled into the bathroom, feeling around for an aspirin to nurse the mother of all hangovers. But it wasn't on the counter where he was sure he had left it the night before. "Fuck," he mumbled, and felt his way back to the bed. He curled up against the warm figure beside him. "Adie, babe, do you know where the Aspirin is?" He went to brush her hair off her face, and was surprised by a smoothness quite unlike Adie's locks. This wasn't Adie... And as the previous night's events came back to him all too clearly, he became painfully aware that he was stark naked.
"Oh, god," he thought. "What have I done?"
