"You're gonna break up with that boyfriend of yours." He uttered with a deadly calm voice.
"I am not gonna do any such thing." I gritted.
"Don't make me lose my temper." He moved his face closer to mine.
"Or what?" I challenged.
"Or I will slide...
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"Marry me." The words come out before I can stop myself, and they hang in the air between us. Sarah stops talking, her eyes widening in surprise as she looks at me, speechless for a moment.
Seeing her with her parted lips and stunned expression, I can't resist reaching over and pecking her lips gently. She's so fucking cute.
She looks at me for a moment, her eyes slightly dazed from the alcohol. Finally, she says in a cute voice, "Marry you?" Her words come out as a question as if she still can't quite believe what just happened.
I smile at her softly and gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Looking into her eyes, I say softly "Yes, marry me."
I can't help but smile as she giggles and says, "Okay." Although I can tell she's not completely sober, I can't help but smile. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a tight hug as I murmur against her hair, "We'll talk more about this later when you're sober, okay, princess?"
She nods cutely.
Smiling at her cute reaction, I lead her out of the water and onto the beach, supporting her as she walks unsteadily. I keep one arm wrapped around her waist to keep her from stumbling.
I carefully lead her to the car, ensuring she doesn't stumble and fall as we walk across the sand. Once we reach the car, I open the door and help her into the passenger seat, making sure she's settled comfortably. I buckle her seatbelt and give her a reassuring squeeze of the hand before closing the door and walking around to get into the driver's seat.
As I start the car and begin driving, I glance over to her and notice that she has fallen asleep. Her head is lolling to the side and her breathing is even and steady. I can't help but smile at the sight of her sleeping peacefully, knowing that the alcohol has taken its toll on her for the night.
She's the best thing that has happened to me in my whole 21 years of existence. The best thing.
Last year on my birthday she asked me to hate her, breaking my heart into pieces and this year she got a tattoo on her skin for me. Some feelings still feel so foreign but I'm getting used to it.
