Cal stepped outside and placed his warm hands in her shoulders. A smooth moan escapes from her mouth. And she drops her head to his chest relaxing her tense muscles against his hot body."I'll take you home if you don't leave me at the front door…" This said he places a kiss in her head taking all her scent inside him.
They drove to her house and crashed lazily between the cushions of the sofa. She kicked her shoes to the floor and curled in his chest sipping her wine. An empty bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon placed in the floor and their half glasses stating their heads aren't clear enough to manage any kind of resolutions.
"Do you think you can make it to the bed?"
"Don't be silly!" She answered while failing an attempt to raise her body from the sofa and landing fully on his knees.
"Right you are." He lifted her body in his arms while she giggled throw the way to her room.
"Cal, put me down."
"I could but you'll fall." He laughs.
"Put me down or I won't be held responsible for my actions!" But the grin in her face and her arms holding tight around his neck give her away.
"Here we are!" He stated while leaning in one knee to place her in her bed. She was smiling and he thought about kissing her but it won't be fair while she was drunk. He wasn't taking advantage. But when he retreated to leave the room she grabbed his shirt and he was caught by surprise. Cal tried to hold on something but the only one thing he could grab was her lamp and it fall to the floor making a hell of a noise. He wasn't that drunk but he wasn't sober too.
"Gill…" She kissed him constantly with her lips curled smiling. She was a smiling drunk, some people would just drunk and stay with a neutral face. But then again she was Gillian Foster. When Cal opened his eyes she had fall a sleep kissing him, poor Gillian so much for a day. He took his shoes and jeans off and climbed back in her bed. She moved to her side and found his warm body against hers and instinctively a hand cuddled around his waist holding him tight.