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"Can I kiss it?"
He paused and turned to face her as she traced her fingertips over his lips. "Can I?" He groaned when she laughed, which caused him to start walking once more towards the car, which was just ten feet away. "You're drunk; quit talking." He snapped, and she broke into another fit of laughter. There is no denying that she is intoxicated.
"I'm not" He struggled to pursue, despite her whining, "Oh yes you are!" He soothed her down by nodding his head and opening the door for her to enter, but she didn't, instead catching him off guard when she quickly latched onto his body and hugged him like a koala.
"Get inside Y/n," He attempted to utter it firmly, but it came out as desperate. "No, I won't. I told you I want those more," she said, pointing to the restaurant with her palm and perhaps referring to the beer she had previously drank and grown to like.
"No. And that's it," he said, trying to get free but failing due to the firm hold. He stopped there since he didn't want to injure her in any way. "Come on, princess. We must leave." And when she didn't get down and instead rested her head on his shoulder, he sighed.
"No." And due to the alcohol, she spoke in whispers, but her words were clear enough for him to understand: "Give me or we'll stay here tonight." Her legs that were wrapped around his torso began to slack, and he felt it as he stopped her from falling down by putting his hands beneath her bare thighs.
The dress she was wearing was already over her thighs since she usually wore a skirt to her interview, but she didn't mind changing it for this occasion. "There are a lot of those back home-" He tried pursuing her since he believed she had asked for those intoxicants. "I will give you one if you will be a good girl and get inside," he said.
She pulled herself away from his body and turned to face him with sleepy hooded eyes. Her grin encouraged him to hold out hope. "That's OK, thanks. However, I didn't even ask that." He sighed as he understood her words, knowing where the conversation was headed once more. Wiggling her brows, "Kiss me and I'll be a good girl,"She says, leaning back while rubbing her aching head, only to be stopped by his palm on the small of her back.
"You'll fall. Be still," he said, pushing her into a corner over the car for some external support. He then pulled out his phone from his pocket, dialled a few numbers over it, and made a call.
"Hello? I'm stuck, so if you could send a car, I'll give you the address." as he hung up the phone and slid it back. He looked across at the inebriated woman who had refused to release herself from his hold. She was unaware of the posture and was practically asleep. If it weren't for him being strong, working out, and going to the gym, she would already be on the ground.
"You're so stubborn," She gazed at him after he said, as if she had not just about fallen asleep. "Am I?" she asked with a smile as she playfully fluttered her eyelashes at him. Regarding her query, he nodded. He became nervous once more as she shrugged, saying, "Then kiss me I won't be."
