Their Valentines is my Vacation

Closer

"I'm heavy, you know," I giggled as he carry me inside my room. I can smell his scent up close, and it was addictive. I'm so tipsy that's why I can't even walk a single step, I just wanted to lay on the street outside the bar earlier to sleep but he's a gentleman, indeed. He didn't leave me there hanging. I have a low tolerance for alcohol, but I didn't think I'll be this crazy, enough to make ludicrous actions without minding the people around me.

"Nah, you're not. Just stay still so that we won't fall," he chuckled at his own words while singing hilarious lyrics along the way. We both sang without a tune, as people around us were looking, laughing at both of us. We didn't care for them. I gave him the key card to my room when we arrived and he immediately opens the door. He walked wobbling as he carry me to my bed and put me down there deliberately until he also lay down next to me due to his excessive inebriation.

"Who are you?" I asked as I looked at him in wonder why he was there beside me, then we both laughed together like a maniac.

"You're drunk," said he.

"No, I'm not. You are!" I answered back.

"It's hot in here," he demanded as he leaned forward to strip down his white t-shirt. I glanced at him, a little blurry but I saw his masculinity.

"Turn on the AC," I told him, feeling restless and sleepy. He managed to turn it on and abruptly lay in bed beside me. I wanted to throw up but decided not to for I can't even move my body.

"Go home," I said to him in a low wavering voice, this time closing my eyes but then he suddenly hugged me.

"Let me sleep here, please. I'm so drunk I can't even get up and walked to my room," he replied, exhausted. I didn't react to his actions but I just stay still as we close both our eyes to sleep, soundly.