She wrapped her arm around Andre's waist, guiding him towards the bed.
"I'll just crash on the couch for a bit."
Mia protested, "The couch is too small for you. If you fall off in the middle of the night, I'm not strong enough to help you up. You better just stay put on the bed... Hurry up and roll over, you're squashing my hand!"
She had her arm around Andre's waist to help him walk steadily. But when she got him onto the bed, his weight pulled her down with him. His back landed on her hand.
Mia lay there beside him, her left arm pinned beneath him. She let out a sigh, "Andre, roll over. You're squashing my arm!"
Even though Andre was drunk, he was somewhat aware. Feeling uncomfortable, he rolled over to his right.
On his right was Mia. Suddenly, Mia found herself pinned under Andre. At the same time, her arm was finally free.
But...
"Andre, are you taking advantage of me? You're crushing me, get off." Mia tried to push Andre off, but it seemed like a losing battle.
Andre found that lying on his stomach seemed more comfortable than lying on his back.
Only the constant chatter was getting on his nerves.
"Stop talking."
"I won't stop talking, Andre. If you kill me by suffocation, you're responsible, hurry up..."
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