Wound Up

I started making out with this guy, and I didn't even know why since he wasn't typically my type. He was taller than me though, and I wanted someone to cuddle with, and I also was really drunk. At first he didn't let me kiss him, but that all changed once we got in the car. The way he kissed me, and the way he held me, it reminded me of someone that I used to care about, and I believe that's why I didn't stop him. He kept on flattering me with cute words like "I would tear you apart, trust," and "damn, your ass is out of this world." I hadn't felt so attractive in a long time. I felt special. We proceeded to make out by some bushes, and he started going to 2nd base. A couple passed by and some drunk girl started to cheer us on. We stopped. Unfortunately for me, we had to separate because we had to go home. I wanted to keep on making out with him, and he wanted to spend the night with me, but I didn't let him because my dad always freaks the fuck out when guys sleep over. A higher force must have been on my side because the morning after I found out he had a boyfriend. That explained why he told me not to leave him any marks while I kissed his neck. I felt disappointed. I felt fooled. I can't never really get what I want. Or something I don't.