Deputy
Marshal Marice Houston is back for her tenth college reunion and
hooks up with her former boyfriend, Kris Hood. When out for breakfast
with friends, Marice has one too many mimosas.
“You
never could hold your alcohol,” he teased. “One of the many
things I love about you.” He kissed me on the forehead.
“You
love that I can't drink booze? What's up with that?” I slurred.
“Makes
you a cheap date,” Brian added, nudging me.
“I'll
just eat twice as much to compensate,” I decided.
Rose
giggled. I giggled. Nadine giggled. The men moved the pitchers of
mimosas away from us.
“I'm
cutting off your supply, young lady,” Kris scolded with a smile.
“As
long as it's the mimosas and not the orgasms, that's okay.”
“Did
you mean to say that so loudly?”
“No.
But you got me drunk. Now you have to put up with my lack of
self-control.”
“I
can work with that,” he murmured, nibbling my ear. “We missed our
morning wake up.”
I
tried to rest my forehead against his, but I couldn't manage it. It
was completely beyond my skill set at that point. “Me too,” I
tried to whisper, but failed. “Sex with you is super fun.”
“Thanks.
You're fun, too.”
“And
it feels really good. And it makes me scream,” I continued, unable
to stop talking. “And I'm really, really going to miss you when I
go home. So much!” I declared, hiccuping. “So—much!”
“I
think it's time to take you home and let you sleep this off.”
“No
sleeping. Nope, nope, nope. Not when we can have sex in the foyer
again. That was fun!”
Kris
dropped some money on the table toward the tip and led me out the
door. I stumbled, but he held me up.
“Babe,
you're starting to freak me out a little.”
“I
don't drink much,” I slurred. “But I swear, I don't get this
drunk....” I stopped by the curb and hurled, narrowly missing my
shoes.
Kris,
god bless him, held me as I vomited up everything in my stomach. I do
believe I would have puked up my own ass if I could have. I've never
felt so sick in my life.
“I
don't like this,” he said, looking around for something. “I don't
like this at all. If I put you in the car, can you keep from barfing
on my upholstery?”
“For
now. Why?”
“I'm
gonna get you an antiemetic.”
“That's
the no barfing medicine, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Why
are you still here?”
©
2016 Dellani Oakes
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