Jessica

A few summers ago I was hooking up with this guy we can call K. K and I were hanging at our friend’s house and by the end of the night, everyone had split into pairs and snuck into bedrooms. K and I were in my friend’s bed (she told us it was fine, I swear) and we started hooking up. There was a lamp right next to the bed that was SO bright it was bugging my eyes. I asked K to turn it off, but when he did, the room was pitch black, obviously way too dark. In a rush to get back into things, he put my friend’s t-shirt over the lamp to create a little mood lighting. We hooked up and then both fell asleep, leaving the t-shirt on the lamp. The next thing I knew, I was waking up to the smell of something burning and I could barely breathe. What happened? Oh, the lamp and my friend’s shirt were just on fire.

I woke K up in a panic and he was so freaked out that he literally threw the lamp across the room in an effort to stop the fire. As he was frantically trying to fix the lamp (which was literally melting), his friend started pounding on the door asking what was going on. K threw the shirt out the window and we both left with his friend asking us if we had been smoking in there. K made up some lame excuse and then we both ran out the door. Not my best moment.

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