Summary
I’d been nursing a secret crush on him for years, and I finally decided to make my move.
The night of our Class Reunion, I pretended to be drunk, stripped him down, and got down to business.
Halfway through, I started to regret it.
So, I tried to put his clothes back on exactly as they were, hoping to restore the scene to its original state.
Unfortunately, I’d torn his clothes a bit too much, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how to buckle his belt…
I sat by his side in deep contemplation for three seconds, praying that when he woke up, he’d have no memory of my hooliganism.
Then, I fled. I caught a slow train that very night and ran all the way back to my hometown.