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Good morning! I’m going to bet you feel awful today. There’s Advil and a glass of water on your nightstand. Your car is still at Donna’s. We had a great time last night, and you’re a delightful drunk.
I groan again, only in embarrassment instead of pain this time. The Advil and water are where Carter said they would be, so I down both before I attempt to respond to his text.
Me
I don’t think there are enough words to accurately describe my embarrassment this morning. I’m so sorry I made you take care of me.
That’s not even close to good enough, but it’s all I can manage with minimal brain function right now. I get out of bed to brush my teeth and take a shower. The hot water helps wake me up, and I feel marginally better once I’m dressed.
My phone buzzes with another message as I head downstairs to brew a cup of coffee.
Carter
No apologies necessary. I had fun and thoroughly enjoyed your rendition of Taylor Swift’s “Blank Space” on the way home.
Me
Cue utter mortification.
Suddenly, a memory pops into my head, and I have to confirm my utter shamelessness.
Me
Oh my God… Did I force you to cuddle with me, too?
Carter
I wouldn’t say force is the right word, but you did insist quite strongly.
Me
This couldn’t get any worse. I owe you so big.
Carter
In an effort toward full transparency, I feel like I should also tell you that you offered to give me a blow job for helping you home.
At that, I know I can’t keep texting him. I click on his name to call him instead.
He answers on the first ring with a laugh. “Hi.”
“I don’t know how to apologize to you in a big enough way to make up for my awful behavior.”
Carter starts to laugh harder, and the sound makes me smile. “You don’t owe me an apology. I really did enjoy taking care of you. You were adorable.”
“I don’t even remember how I managed to get that drunk. And why are you not suffering?” I take a sip of my coffee, thoroughly destroying the inside of my mouth in my hurry to cure this hangover faster.
“You really loved that Jolly Rancher shot, and despite my warning, you kept buying them for the whole group. I stopped drinking after the first one because I had a feeling you guys would need someone sober enough to get you all home.”
I gasp. “I kept calling you Daddy Carter. Oh, Jesus.”
Carter starts laughing hysterically, and I find myself laughing with him. Thank God he’s not running away from me as fast as he can.
“You did. And you’d get this little pout on your face when I’d give you water to drink. You’d chug it down, though, so I was appeased.”
“No wonder I’m not throwing up this morning,” I mutter. An idea pops into my head that should be a win-win for everyone. I hope. “Do you have any plans tonight?”
“No, why?”
