Drunken nights

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The thumping of the music from the club grew distant as you stumbled your way home. You felt your self swaying and fell into the firm grip of your boyfriends arms. "Come on darling let's get you home." he says wrapping his arm around your waist to hold you up. You drag your feet lazily along the ground, the weight of the heels pulling them down.

"Are you sure you don't want to take them off?"  Tom asks referring to the black platforms on your feet. You began your reply before being forced to stop and throw up in a nearby bush.

"I think I can make it home now." but as soon as you began to walk you finished emptying the contents of your stomach onto the side of the road. "I'm sorry Tom." you slur. "it's fine. I'll call us a taxi" he says. You both perch on the curb and he strokes your hair lulling you to sleep.

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Stretching out your tired limbs feeling the familiar texture of your silk sheets, your head throbbing as the alcohol continued to makes its way through your body. 

You notice that you are wearing one of toms t-shirts and give the sleeping tom an apologetic smile knowing what he had to go through to a tired, drunk you changed.

You roll over on the bed and snuggle into his side whispering thank you to him. He pulls you closer to him and plants a kiss on the top of your head before settling back to sleep.

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