AND WHAT YOU ARE IS BEAUTIFUL. I must have decided to do it because I awoke and I was in his bed. Laying in my bra in his bed and watching him sleep would never leave my mind. It happened extremly quickly and I could not exactly comprehend the event. I remembered nothing. Trying to re-create the situation, I grasped a nearby towel, wrapped it loosely around my waist and stood. I took one step and fell down immediatly. My legs refused to work. In fact, my whole lower body was aching. I clutched the towel tighter and attempted to crawl into his bathroom by grabbing the beige carpet. I finally reached it. It smelled strongly of detergent. I had been in there several times, but this time, it smelled stronger than usual, and I felt weaker with every breath. I tried to stand but I couldn't feel my legs, so I reached for the sink and I pulled myself up. I forced my head up to my reflection. My face reflected the way I felt. "Lorraine?" he spoke tiredly but alertly. "Yeah, Josh." I answered quickly. "Are you alright, babe?" "Mmhmh.." I hate lying. It was then I looked at my towel. It was now red.