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"She kissed me," that's the only thing Sheldon said to himself after drunk Amy suddenly kissed him unguarded. It was indeed fascinating.
He didn't know what to do after saying those words. Should he leave? Should he drink his favorite strawberry Quik, or should he kiss her again because he was too curious as to why her lips were sweeter than this drink? Is it her lip gloss? But she stopped using that after I told her so, he answered himself.
Thank goodness she stood up and ran into her bathroom to let out all the alcohol she drank with Penny and Bernadette. Even though surprised, Sheldon stood up from her couch and took a peek outside her bedroom.
"Are you okay?" he asked her with a loud enough voice for her to hear.
But instead of an answer, he just heard her vomit again.
He stood there for a good ten minutes until he decided to go inside her bathroom because he stopped hearing anything from her.
When he was already inside the room, he immediately saw Amy leaning her back against the wall with her head banging a little very slowly. "She's asleep," he said to himself.
He grabbed the wet wipes from her bathroom sink, pulled some out, and very gently wiped the vomit from her face, neck, and hands. This isn't new to Sheldon since he also did this for Missy a long time ago.
"Amy, Amy," he tried waking her up.
"Go to your bed now."
But all he received was a soft growl from her.
"This is impossible," he sighed, surrendering.
He could either pull her to her bed or carry her, but with her state, he knew she was dead weight, and he was also tired from the hours he spent watching her and guiding her up to her apartment. He wanted her safe.
So he decided to fold some towels and put them under her head to make her somewhat comfortable. He held her head and positioned her into a lying position, then assisted her head onto the folded towels he made.
After that, he took a chance to stare at her face. She looked so peaceful for someone who was very drunk and had just thrown up. Maybe it was because of all the effort he made to make her comfortable that he was feeling a warmth on his face, especially.
He removed her glasses and placed them on the top of her closed toilet. There was really something about her face that he couldn't stop staring at. Was it her grayish-green eyes? Was it her nose? Was it her…?
Before his brain could even say the word 'lips,' he suddenly found himself stealing a kiss from her. What was he doing?
"Did her kiss make me drunk as well?" he asked himself while rushing out of her apartment, wishing she wouldn't wake up or feel that at all.
Meanwhile, Amy was having the best dream of Sheldon kissing her. Little did she know, it wasn't a dream at all.