How I met my Ex

Drunk In Love

After finishing our meal, Adam and I headed to a nearby bar, the music already thumping as people began to fill the dance floor. As we stepped in, Adam pulled me close, guiding me toward a spot by the bar where he introduced me to his friend behind the counter.

"I didn't know you had friends here," I said with a raised eyebrow.

Adam shrugged, a playful glint in his eye. "Honestly, neither did I. Small world, huh?"

With a grin, his friend slid two free shots our way. I lifted my glass, smiling at Adam before downing it in one smooth gulp, feeling the warm burn spread through me. Adam joined in, tossing back his shot, and then turned to chat with his friend while I let my gaze wander over the crowd.

Just then, a friendly guy with an easygoing smile approached me, introducing himself as the owner of the bar. "Care to have a drink with me?" he offered, his tone inviting.

Before I could respond, Adam turned, his voice calm but unmistakably protective. "If you're buying her a drink, you'll have to get one for me, too," he said, his expression nonchalant yet clearly marking his presence.

The guy chuckled, a bit surprised, but nodded in agreement. "Alright, two drinks coming up!"

I laughed to myself, feeling a thrill of excitement. The night had taken a lively turn, with free drinks and a sense of adventure in the air. I glanced at Adam, grateful for his subtle protectiveness and the fun he was bringing to the night. As the drinks arrived, we clinked our glasses, ready to dive deeper into the electric energy of the night.

Later, we joined his friends at a bar, and the night slipped by in a blur of laughter and music. As the group suggested bar hopping, we went along, each stop adding a layer of joy and connection to the night. By the time we started walking back to the car, he was blissfully drunk, his steps a bit wobbly as he held onto my hand. Suddenly, he stopped, turning to face me with an intensity that cut through the haze of the evening. He held my hand tightly, his eyes earnest even in his tipsy state. As he looked at me, I could see his warm brown eyes glimmering, with something unspoken hiding beneath them. It was captivating, and although I wanted to ask what was on his mind, I kept it to myself. A small smile played at the corner of his lips, revealing his dimples.

"I love you," he said, his voice steady, yet filled with a vulnerability that took me by surprise. "You're my girlfriend. I want you to know that."

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, I was silent, the weight of everything we'd shared finally finding its voice. I'd known for a while that I have feelings for him, but hearing he say it first settled something deep within me. A warmth filled my chest, and I squeezed his hand, my heart racing.

"I love you, too," I replied, my voice soft but sure. I smiled, feeling relieved and happy that I had the courage to say it back.

He laughed, a little sheepish, and clarified, "Just so you know, even though I'm a little drunk... I mean it."

I squeezed his hand again, reassuring him. "It's fine. I believe you."

As we continued walking, a sense of calm settled over me. I realized I didn't need to hold back anymore. This love, this commitment—it was exactly what I wanted. And with you by my side, I felt ready to embrace it fully.