Fuck me.
“Roooooomaaaaann,” Oakley sang at the top of their lungs as we rode the elevator up to their floor in the tower.
They were drunk off their ass—Keryth hadn’t been any better, and it’d been a pill to get the two of them apart. Luckily, Anton had used the promise of sex to finally get his viramore to leave the bar.
Once Ker and the rest of the crew were gone, Oak had flung themself on top of me and had been clinging to me like a barnacle ever since.
I definitely wasn’t complaining.
I loved having them in my arms—although driving had been very difficult with them constantly grabbing onto me—and they were honestly being super cute.
“Yes, Oakley?”
“Are you taking me home?”
“I sure am.” The elevator dinged, and the doors began to open. “See? We’re on your floor already.”
They frowned at me as I ushered them off the elevator. “But… I thought we were going to your home. Not mine. Whhhhyyy? Why are we here? Oh, look, there’s my door. What’s my door doing on your floor?”
I snickered and reached into their pants pocket to try to find their keys.
“Ooh. Copping a feel, eh?”
I snorted.
“Don’t worry, big guy, I like it.”
“Oh, Mother of Scales, help me.”
I finally managed to pull out the key and opened the door.
They grabbed onto me, and I wrapped my arm around their waist to pull them inside, chuckling at the way they threw themself at me. I managed to get them over to the couch and sitting down, and I stood in front of them, looking at the cute pout on their face.
“Do you want me to help you to the bedroom?”
“Depends. Are you gonna stay in there with me?”
“Uh… no. Not tonight.”
Their pout came back. “Why not?”
“Honey, you’re drunk. I’m not taking you to bed when you’re drunk. Not like this, okay?”
They let out a long sigh.
“I’ll come by in the morning with breakfast, okay?”
Their eyes went wide and sort of looked a little panicked, and before I realized what was happening, they were standing in front of me and grabbing onto my arms. “Please don’t leave me. I… I don’t wanna be alone… not tonight.” They swallowed thickly. “I… please?”
They tugged me until I plopped down on the couch beside them. I went with ease because they looked so sad and scared, and I’d do anything to make them feel better.
“Hey, what’s wrong, babydoll?”
They glanced at me, then away, and shook their head.
“You can talk to me.”
After a few seconds, they cleared their throat and grabbed the remote. “Watch TV with me?” They turned it on, finding one of their favorite shows, Faela Fashion, quickly before I’d even answered.
