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“Boo,” I grumbled.
“And then you can climb all over me as soon as you sober up,” he reasoned.
“Fine,” I said, leaning my head back on the rest, feeling the car start to lull me asleep.
Only to be rudely awoken by Alaric’s door slamming as we, I assumed, arrived home.
“Come on, sleepyhead,” he said, reaching for me.
“I can walk,” I insisted, climbing out, and immediately proving myself wrong. “I may have overestimated my abilities,” I said, swaying into him.
“That’s alright,” he said, scooping me up again.
“Hey, Alaric?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Ilikeparties,” I declared, feeling his laugh even before I heard it.
“I see that,” he agreed.
“And guess what your sister said.”
“What’d she say?”
“That I’m good for you,” I said, nodding for emphasis.
“Yeah? I think so too,” he agreed, bringing his leg up to brace me on, so he could unlock the front door.
“But you… you, sir,” I said as we moved through the house. “You are abaaaadinfluence.”
“I accept that about myself,” he agreed as he sat me off the edge of the bed, then stooped down to remove each of my shoes. “You gonna be good and stay in bed while I take Frida for a little walk?” he asked as I crawled up the mattress, before collapsing onto the pillows.
“I can’t go anywhere until the world stops rocking like this,” I said.
“Huh. Okay. We’re just gonna put this garbage bin right here,” he said, getting up to move it next to the bed. “In case you need it,” he added.
“It’s reallyhot,” I declared, starting to claw at my dress, yanking it roughly up, but getting tangled in it.
“Here,” he said, reaching to remove it for me himself.
Nearly naked, I shot him a smile.
“Are you rethinking your decision on all this?” I asked, waving toward myself.
“Oh, baby, you are making this hard as fuck,” he said.
“That’s good,” I decided, reaching toward his button again.
“That’s… not what I meant,” he said, shaking his head at me as he removed his hand, taking it, and pressing it between my thighs instead. “You do you. I’m going to get some air.”
I’d already rolled over and passed out before he could even get Frida out the front door.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Alaric
She was feeling that fourth margarita when she woke up, bleary-eyed, grumbling at the sun as she rolled out of bed, and made her way to the bathroom.
