Crossing the Line

Johnny helped me out of the bathroom, his arm around my waist as we made our way down the hall. I was still feeling a little unsteady, but with his support, I managed to stay upright. He led me to a guest room and gently pushed me onto the bed. "Get some rest," he said, his voice soft. I nodded, already feeling my eyelids drooping. But as I lay back on the bed, I couldn't help but reach out for Johnny. "Lay with me," I slurred, my voice husky. Johnny hesitated, his eyes locked onto mine. "I don't think that's a good idea," he said, his voice firm. But I wouldn't take no for an answer. I kept reaching for him, my hands grasping for his. "Come on, Johnny," I whispered, my voice persuasive. "Just for a little while." Johnny sighed, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and temptation. He looked like he was struggling with himself, his body language tense. "No," he said again, his voice firm. But as he turned to leave, I reached out and caught his arm. "Johnny, please," I whispered, my voice barely audible. For a moment, Johnny just stood there, his eyes locked onto mine. Then, with a quiet sigh, he sat down on the bed beside me. I immediately snuggled up against him, my body pressing against his. As I drifted off to sleep, I murmured "Johnny" and then smiled to myself. Johnny looked down at me, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew I was dreaming about him. "Johnny plsss," I murmured again, my voice barely audible. Johnny's face went flush, and he looked away, his body tense. He sat there for a moment, his eyes fixed on some point in front of him. Then, with a quiet sigh, he lay down beside me, his body close but not touching. The next morning, I woke up alone, my head throbbing with a hangover. I sat up, rubbing my temples, trying to remember what had happened the night before. But my memories were hazy, and I couldn't recall anything after Johnny putting me to bed. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, my body swaying slightly. I looked around the room, trying to get my bearings. Where was Johnny? And what had happened between us? I had no idea, but as I stumbled out of the room, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between us.