Trustworthy help

38. To bed

The phone rings for a second as both Diana and Olivia are waiting for something to happen. He picks up

'Hey baby.'

They both gasp before laughing 'holy fucking shit!' Olivia says. 'Dude how the fuck.'

'What's going on?'

I take him off speaker, putting the phone to my ear, happy to hear his voice.

'Amelia?'
'Heyyyyyy'
'What's going on, huh?'
'I'm just proving that my boyfriend is hot.'

By now Olivia and Diana are talking to each other, giving me a moment to talk to corpse.

'I'm sorry?'
'They wanted to know about the guy that stole my heart.'
'How much did you drink, Amelia?'

I giggle, giving away that the answer is way too much.

'Baby, stop drinking and come home.'
'Why? Want me to yourself?'

There's a short silence.

'Just slow down with the alcohol.'

I bite my lip with a smile.

'You sound sexy.'
He chuckles.
'You know it's not a good thing, my low voice.'
'Who said I was talking about how low your voice is?'
'Then what would it be?'
'Maybe it's the way you talk.'
'I talk like I always do.'
'I like it.'
'That's nice, thank you.'
'You remind me of a house cat.'

He laughs at my random comment.

'What?'
'Ya know. Meow.'
'You're wasted.'
'And You're secretly a cat?'

He chuckles, as I can already see him shaking his head.

'Would you get high by catnip?'
'What?'

He laughs.

'Okay listen, it's two in the morning, call a cab and come home.'
'I want to see you.'
'Then come home.'
'Would you marry me?'

Another short silence.

'What if I say I would?'
'I would say you have great taste in women. I would marry me to.'

He laughs.

'I'm picking you up, tell me where you are.'
'Why?'
'I want you all to myself.'

A shiver runs down my spine as his low voice tells me that through the phone.

'I expect something in return.'
'What would that be?'
'Surprise me.'

With that I hang up.

I don't tell him where I am.

The cab stops in front of my apartment and I get out. I make my way to the elevator, holding the wall to keep standing. When I'm at the door I try to unlock it, but fail miserably many times. I giggle and bump my head against the door.

Suddenly it opens, making me stumble inside, landing against corpse's hard chest. 'Well hello there.' I say as he helps me stand up straight. 'I thought you would text?' He says a bit angry. 'I wanted to surprise you.' I say as I reach for him but he grabs my wrist. 'You got kidnapped not too long ago. You're drunk, on your own, and in a city. Do you know how worried I was?' He's obviously on edge, but my drunk mind can't seem to worry. I take a step close 'Amelia.' He warns. 'I'm sowwy.' I say with puppy dog eyes. 'Let me closer please.' I say. He steps back but I take two steps closer. 'I'm not in the mood for this.' He says as he lets my wrist go. 'Please. I didn't mean to worry you. I wanted to surprise my boyfriend.' I'm slurring my words a little. 'That's nice, but don't do that when drunk. It's fucking scary.' He says. He seems to have eased up a little, so I take advantage of it. I step closer, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling him to me. 'You don't make sense when drunk. Go to bed and sleep it off.' He says. 'Don't make sense?' I ask. I bite my lips, standing on my tippy toes so I can nearly reach his lips. 'Want me to be clear?' He blushes and looks to the side. 'Hmm?' I slip my hands under his shirt, making him flinch and grab my arm.

After a second he seems to get used to it and suddenly has a mischievous look in his eyes. He picks me up, and heads up the stairs. 'Where we going?' I ask. 'We aren't going anywhere, you're going to wash up and go to sleep.' He says as he sets me down in front of the bathroom door. I lean back against the door as I look him up and down. 'What are you doing?' He asks as he crosses his arms. I smile sweetly as I take off the leather jacket. 'Don't do what I think you're doing.' He warns. 'What if I do?' I ask as I reach up to my shoulder. He steps forward and moves my hand away. 'You've seen me like that before.' I say. He steps closer, his leg in between mine as I'm pressed against the door. 'Don't test me.' He whispers into my ear. 'I want to see how far I can go.' I say back. 'Drunk like this, I doubt very far.' I scoff at him, pushing him back. I walk down the hall to proof I can walk, but when I turn back to him too fast, I loose my balance. I think I'm about to fall, but his strong hand grabs my arm. 'Alright, enough games. Go to sleep.' He says. 'But I-' 'no. No fucking around anymore, go to bed.' He says, cutting me off. 'Fine. Will you join?' I ask.

He looks suspicious of me,
like to check if I have ulterior motives.