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Alexander Walters

Katherine began crying again, but this time it wasn't tears of sadness or sorrows, they were tears of resolve. She had made her resolve to never let anyone dictate her life for her, she would do whatever she deem fits as long as she's right and I love that for her, I love the very beautiful decision she made for herself. I love how brave she is.

But she was about to down another shot of alcohol, and she was way past her limits a long time ago.

"No, I'm not letting you have more alcohol. You've had more than enough for the night. You need to stop drinking." I took the shot glass away from her as she gave me a doe–eyed pout. Despite how cute she looked, I had to take away that shot or she would be puking all over the car again.

"But please Alex, just let me have some more!" She pleaded but I shook my head in naught. In fact, I think it's time for us to leave here —being around the alcohol will be tempting and she getting sick is inevitable, so I need to get her home so she can spill her guts in her own toilet at least instead of a nearby bush.

"No you won't. Let's head home now, it's getting late." I said and got up from the barstool and went over to hers to get her up from my barstool and went over to hers to get her up.

"But I don't want to go!" She protested as I hoisted her up from the barstool.

"You have to. I'm in charge now." I responded and wrapped her arm around my shoulder to give her weak–from–intoxication legs some support. With my other hand, I dipped it into my pocket and brought out our bill then dropped it on the counter.

Gradually, I aided Katherine as we walked out of the bar. I was a bit tipsy myself so there's no way I can drive her back home, I'll have to book an Uber to take us home. When we got outside, I sat Katherine down on one of the steps and she leaned against the wall. I took out my phone and ordered the ride, the nearest one was to arrive in about ten minutes.

I placed my phone back in my pockets and turned around to face Katherine, her eyes were slowly giving out as she was succumbing to sleep.

"Don't sleep because that'll mean I have to carry you with no support and you're damn heavy." I teased with a hint of a smile. Her sparkling eyes batted back open, and she managed a small smile.

"I can't be heavy. I'm alive. Heavy people are either dead or pregnant." She snarkily replied and I chuckled before going over to sit down next to her. Immediately I was close to her, she rested her head on my shoulders. I was visibly taken aback, Katherine Thorne resting her head on my shoulders willingly? Who would've thought. I let her anyway, and I went further closer to her and wrapped my arms around her, gently stroking her back.

We remain like that for a few minutes, in silence and in each other's embrace. I watched her eyes shut again as she started to sleep; again, seeing Katherine sleep was one of my favourite things in the world. She looked so peaceful, so gentle and serene when she did that.

However, the serenity was disrupted when she erupted a loud burp—a stinky one if I may add.

I grimaced, taking my hand away from her as I pinched my nose in disgust, "What the fuck Katherine? Did you swallow a dead cow?"

She giggled playfully, "I'm sorry, I'm just very drunk." She went back to resting on my shoulders again. I waved away the stank air and then returned my hand to her back.

"Thank you for listening to me Alexander, I'm grateful for you." Her voice came out in a lowly whisper, and her words penetrated deep —surely, it would be a continuous play in my head from now henceforth. Words that I wouldn't be able to stop myself from thinking about before I sleep at night. Words that have been actively memorized into my thinking vortex.

She snored lightly; gracefully even, if you can describe someone's snoring in that manner. She was already asleep before I could even give a reply to what she had said. I didn't bother to wake her up this time, I let her sleep.

-:-

As tipsy as I was, I had to carry myself and a whole other human being who could pass off as dead with the way she slept like a log of wood. The Uber dropped us in front of our apartment and I carried Katherine in my arm bridal–style to her apartment and that's when I was met with a code lock. She had a security lock on her door now that needed a password I didn't know.

I didn't even spend another moment there to try and rack my brain in a bid to think of a possible password. I immediately took her back to my apartment.

I purposely dropped Katherine on my couch a little bit too roughly so she could wake up, and my plan worked, her eyes instantly sprang open as she met with the upholstery.

"What the hell, Alex!" She wacked me with a pillow and then began to sit atop of the bed. She was seemingly getting sober after the short nap.

"Rise and shine, sunshine!" I sarcastically said, waving my arms in the air dramatically and a small smile played on her lips. I then lowered myself to sit beside her "I had to carry your heavy body all the way here and—Holy shit Katherine, your breath smells like ass!" I exclaimed as I sat beside her and inhaled the gravely smell that emitted.

"You too. Yours smell like a skunk died in there." She retorted and I squinted my eyes at her before clasping my hands over my mouth and breathing into it. I inhaled the air and confirmed that she was indeed right. My breath smelled like ass too.

"Alright, it's brushing teeth time." I said and got up on my feet, Katherine did the same but she was still a bit drunk and she stumbled backwards, nearly falling but I caught her in my arms.

"You better watch your steps, I can't keep carrying you around the whole day." I said to her and she rolled her eyes then got up on her feet.

She narrowed her eyes at me, "First to finish brushing their teeth!" She declared a competition.

"Oh, you're on!" I replied and then we ran into the bathroom to see who'd actually finish first.

-:-

I won, as always, and now I'm regretting why I didn't stake a bet. Katherine was in the living room watching TV and surprisingly hasn't vomited yet, I had just gone to the kitchen to get a glass of water for her.

I returned back to the living room and sat beside her on the couch again, handing the water to her.

"Thank you." She said and collected the water from me. I gave a small nod and then my attention spanned to the television, a soccer match was being played and I was amazed, I never knew Katherine was interested in sports. She never appealed to me as the type.

"Katherine, you watch soccer? What's your favorite—" I turned to face her but at that very moment, the next that followed was her lips coming on mine in a surprised and unexpected kiss.

At first I was stunned, but I welcomed it eventually and I kissed back with a rivalring passion. I brought her closer to myself, my arms sliding around her waist and I deepened the intensity of the kiss. The kiss was electrifying, better than everything I had imagined it to be and the feel of her lips on mine was rejuvenating.

A small moan escaped her lips and I took advantage of the opening to insert my tongue into her mouth, the reception of her mouth was warm and welcoming. She didn't know how to react to my tongue in her mouth as she was a novice in this parts, and it took a moment for her to adjust to the feeling but when she finally got the hang of it, it was magnificent.

The sensuality between us was broadening, and at this rate and with the determination I was receiving from her, we might actually have sex.

Today was the best day of my life, for so long I've wanted to kiss Katherine but decided to take it slow with her. This is the perfect opportunity I have always wanted to finally have sex with her. However, something about this feels wrong. Very, very wrong. And it didn't sit well with me at all.

Katherine might be sobering up a little bit but she's still very drunk and is making illogical decisions because I know on a normal day, she won't even have the balls to kiss me like this. At all. Continuing to kiss her is like taking advantage of her, I can't do that to her.

I pulled away from the kiss and she stared at me with a hungry pout, "What happened, why did you stop?" Her face then became sullen, "Or was I doing anything wrong. I'm sorry if I—"

"No, it's not that. This doesn't feel right. You're not in the right state of mind and if we continue at this pace, we might do something you will regret." I said to her and she looked downcast and then averted her gaze away from me.

"I don't want you to feel offended, but at the same time I don't want you to do something you will regret. I want to kiss you, I want to hold you, I want to make love to you more than anything. But I won't do that now, not when you're drunk and there's a possibility of you not remembering any of it by the next morning. Until you're sober, Katherine because I want you to remember it. Every single moment."