Until Next Time [COMPLETE]

Chapter 13

*Author's note: Thank you to all who have come this far! I hope you all enjoy this chapter, it was one of my favorite ones to write. 

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"Do you happen to know the easiest way to your house from here?" Blake asked me, tilting his head slightly.

My mind had gone blank, and I was silently trying to remember where I was needing to go. I am never drinking again.

"Um- no, I'm not going to the house I'm staying at Weston..."

"...Weston Estates" I hiccupped.

He nodded at me as he paused a moment to think.

"Oh, that's just down the road then, yes?"

I nodded, resting my head on the back of the cloth seat. The engine came to life and music started faintly playing around me. It was a soothing piano composition that I recognized as one of my favorites. 

I sighed heavily. I couldn't understand why Blake was so eager to help me. I was a complete mess, and I wasn't exactly being that nice to him before.

I soon started feeling the relief of warm air on my skin coming from the vents in the car. I wearily rolled my head over to look at Blake as he began driving, my body still lying limp on the seat as I became fixated on him. His arms were still wet from the rain, and my eyes followed the glistening reflection of water from his fingers up to his biceps. 

The polo shirt was clinging to his body, accentuating the silhouette of his abdomen and every curve in his form. He turned in my direction, noticing my stare and cracking a tiny smile. I darted my eyes away as quickly as possible, only making it more obvious that I was admiring him.

"So, do you usually get this drunk all by yourself?" he asked with humor in his voice, a cheeky smile still resonating on his face.

My head was still slowly spinning; that coupled with the motion of the car made the nausea spike again. I ignored the question and rolled my eyes and faced to look out the window, making no effort to hide the disdain in my expression.

"I'm sorry..." His voice had dropped to almost a whisper, with no trace of humor left. "I guess I'm pretty lousy at trying to make light of a situation.''

"No arguments here," I muttered sarcastically against the window. I looked back at him from the corner of my eye and seen his face fallen into a deep frown as he focused on the road.

"But to answer your question, no, I actually...don't really drink at all," I said, softening my tone.

He answered in a mere nod, looking a bit relieved. I felt a twinge of guilt; I don't know why I was being so short with him. He was helping me.

We both stayed quiet for the rest of the drive, which was only lasted about maybe 5 minutes more. He parked on the street right at the front door of Lillys' building. I began reaching for the door handle to let myself out when he stopped me,

"Just wait for me to come and help you."

Before I could decline, he was shutting his door behind him and on his way over to me. I slid my arms into the sleeves of his jacket and closed my eyes briefly, I felt like I was on a boat. Swaying back and forth. Oh, please, don't have me vomit in his car.

Seconds later he appeared beside me in the frame of the open door. He had both his arms out in front of him for me to balance myself on. I remained still for a second, looking up to him, his eyes reassuring me: I could trust him. I placed my hands on his and held tightly as I stood up and I trembled on my feet. He shut my door while I regained some semblance of my balance, enough of it to walk slowly into the building without his help.