Touchy Feely

Dylan pulled into my driveway, and we both walked to the front door. I unlocked it, and we both went inside. He looked at me, leaning in close. I blushed, and he smiled. "You look so hot when you blush." He teased, and I looked at him.
"Stop getting so close. You're making me embarrassed." I said, not sure why I was so on edge.
"What do you remember from last night?" He asked, and I thought.
"We were passing around that bottle of liquor, and I got drunk and don't remember anything." I replied, and he nodded.
"Oka, do you remember anything sexual?" He asked, and I looked at him. It that why he's teasing me? Did he hear me having sex with someone last night? Is that why he's saying this stuff.
"Not that I remember, no. " I answered honestly, and he smiled.
"Oh okay." He sighed out, and he put his hands on my shoulders, sliding his hands down to my hips. He leaned down, sticking his tongue out and licking a line up my neck. I shivered, and he smiled.
"Stop that." I said, my voice wavering.