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“You always get drunk after an orgasm?”

I wind my arms around his neck, letting him take all my weight, and reach up to kiss his jaw. “Maybe.” My eyes go wide. “Oooh! I have an idea.”

“Why don’t you try keeping it to yourself for once?”

I tug at his hair. “How about you give me another orgasm and we can find out.”

Chuckling slightly, he tucks my flyaway strands behind my ear. “Right now, we’re getting you home. I’ll get someone to drive your car back.”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

Without acknowledging my thanks, Zach bends down and heaves me up in his arms for the second time tonight. Although, this one’s bridal style.

“Oh, you don’t have to carry me.”

He’s silent as he begins walking.

I nuzzle against his collar bone. “I’m heavy.”

“If you say that one more time, I’ll drop you right here and leave. You can find your own way back home.”

I don’t know why but I can’t stop my smiles tonight. Maybe orgasms do make me drunk. Or maybe it’s orgasms given by him.

“You wouldn’t,” I mumble.

Growling, he squeezes his arms, thereby squeezing me to his chest. I snuggle against him as we walk through the still charged-up and noisy crowd. Zach stops by a few people and tells someone to drive my car back.

Then he walks to his bike and sits me down on it. When I touch the heated metal with my bare feet, I realize I left my Mary Janes somewhere back by the truck.

Eh, it doesn’t matter. I have my prince, I don’t need shoes.

Zach fits his helmet over my head and straps it closed, getting in front of me. “Hold –”

“I know.”

I wind my arms around his waist and plaster my cheek over his back, holding on to him.

“This is stage five clinginess, you know that, right?”

Closing my eyes, I reply, “Whatever. You like it.”

I feel his short burst of laughter as he kickstarts his bike, puts his hand on my arms and gets me to tighten my grip around him. The bike comes to life beneath me, vibrating against my sated core.

As we take off into the night and I breathe in the air of freedom, I decide that no matter what he thinks or says, I’m saving him.

I’m going to save him from his glass tower and I’m going to save him from all the cruel people in his life.

And while I’m saving him, I’m also going to kiss him.

On his mouth.

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