JPOV
The weekend after your engagement, Bella goes home to visit her parents.
We go out to celebrate you taking the plunge into married life.
We're at our favorite sports bar.
I've lost track of how many drinks and shots I've had.
I stopped counting after my ninth…it's the only way I'd be able to make it through tonight.
You're kind of drunk too, but you manage to get us into a cab and back to your place.
You tell me I can crash here for the night.
We're sitting on the couch, half passed out, and my verbal filter has been obliterated by the alcohol.
My hand is resting on your leg.
You look at it and then me, slightly bleary eyed.
"I love you Emmett…I always have," I slur out in my drunken haze.
"I know man. I love ya too bro."
"No Emmett, I mean I'm in love with you…" I trail off as my hand moves higher up your thigh.
You just stare at me as understanding crosses your face.
I don't know what comes over me, maybe it's the alcohol, maybe I don't care anymore, but I lean in to you and press my lips to yours.