“Can you take me to my apartment?” she slurs while I hand her the glass. “I wanna go now. This... ugh. I need a bed. My bed.”
I wait for her to drink at least half, then wrap an arm around her again, steering us toward the exit.
Honestly? Itwasa great night.
I didn’t know she was a beast at ping-pong. She had this competitive gleam in her eyes every time I fumbled, and shedestroyedme.
Also didn’t know that her sitting in that dangerously short dress would be the end of my composure. The way her thighs flattened against the chair? Jesus.Kill me.
What I wouldn’t give to have those golden legs wrapped around me.
And it’s been happening more often—the noticing. The slight curve of her hips, the way she walks, how her skin glows under warm light. I always knew she was gorgeous. But this dress?
She’d never worn a dress with me and I wasn’t prepared.
She’s quiet now in the car, looking out the window at the blur of traffic, head lolling slightly with each turn.
“I shouldn’t have had so many drinks,” she mumbles.
I open my mouth to reassure her, but she keeps going.
“My therapist said that I was blocking you,” she says, barely above a whisper. “So I unblocked you tonight. Let you see me in a dress.”
Then, she giggles.
“Fuck... you’ve already seen me naked. What am I eventhinking?!”
My hand tightens slightly on the steering wheel. That was... unexpected.
First—she’s talked about me in therapy?Me?
Second—I really,reallydon’t want her spiraling into that night right now. Not while she’s like this.
I gently rest my free hand on her bare thigh, giving it a soft squeeze.
“Rohi,” I say quietly, “I don’t remember you clearly from that night. So no, I haven’t seen you naked.”
She gasps. Like she just realized she brought it up when we hadn’t since our first date.
I lean in just a little, my voice low and rough with want.
“But I’d like to.” I smile before bringing my attention back to the road.
She stays silent the rest of the drive.
Instead of pulling up along the road like I usually do, I turn into her building’s guest parking. There’s no way I’m letting her stumble up to her apartment alone in this state.
She doesn’t object. Doesn’t ask questions when I park, get out, and walk around to her side to help her out of the car. She simply leans on me, her hand curling loosely around my forearm as we make our way toward the building entrance.
“You’re awfully quiet,” I murmur.
She looks up, blinking slowly. “I feel like I ruined the night by getting drunk.”
I laugh, genuinely. She looks so worried about it—like I’ve never seen someone adorable and hammered before. “Baby, I assure you... I enjoy your company. Inebriated or otherwise.”
She mumbles something under her breath as we walk. “Sweetheart... baby...”
“Yeah?” I glance at her with a smile. “I like calling you that.”
