Stepping out of the club, the moon seemed to glow brighter, the cold air of the night grazed our skin, yet could not calm the heat crawling over my body.
My arms tightened gently around her petite frame, which was weightless. Like a kitten, she nudged her head against my shoulder. I almost laughed at her actions.
"Handsome, can you put me down? I want to go home," she said sluggishly. Her eyes threatened to close.
I was surprised she could still be calm after taking such an amount of wine. I must praise her alcohol tolerance level.
"Where is your home?" I asked.
But she shook her head lightly. "Not that home," she said.
My gaze narrowed as I looked down at her face. "Which home then?" Though I asked, I could not be any happier.
Karl stirred. "Do you not have a home? Or what were you planning?"
"Karl, can you just understand this is human and has a family that could be expecting her home?"
As though she heard me, she stirred. "Can you take me to your home?" My breath caught.
