【56】Drunk or Sober

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Will you marry me, Alexander?

He shivered against me, so hard I actually felt it, along with the tightening of his hold on me. While he took his sweet time to answer, I dropped tiny kisses on every inch of skin I could access. When too many seconds had passed, I moved back to say more. "It has been so long, baby. I want to marry you now."

"We haven't known each other for a full year yet."

"But almost. And I feel like I've known you my entire life. Every cell in me longs to be yours, and I want you to be mine."

"I am yours. Irrevocably, entirely, and until Death claims me."

I looked up, meeting his incredible eyes, which ignited a swarm of butterflies in me. He was already mine indeed. "Then say yes, Lex."

One of his large hands rose to my cheek, which he cupped with tenderness. His thumb traced the shape of my lower lip before resting on my chin. "Ask me again tomorrow morning when you're sober," he negotiated.

A pout pursed my lips, and a scowl wrinkled my brows. "This is the second time you've refused a proposal from me. I'm not sure how I should take it." I tried to move away from his lap, but he prevented it, keeping me right there with ease.

"The first time didn't count, since it was just a ploy to escape the judicial system. As for right now, I didn't refuse. I just postponed it. You'll get my answer tomorrow, sober and clear-minded."

"This is ridiculous. I want to marry you even when—"

My protest was muffled by his insistent lips, and I let out a small yelp of surprise. My indignation quickly faded under the intensity of his amorous assault, and my hands flew to his head to hold him close as I answered with the same savage intensity.

With just the silky robe and the bottom half of my underwear on, I was very exposed to his wandering hands, which groped, caressed, and roamed everywhere he could reach. When one of them slithered into the opening to graze my breasts, I understood we would do more than just make out.

A feeble protest came out of my lips as he maneuvered me onto the desk, so I was seated on it before him, but he ignored it. "Lex, there are people out there."

"Then don't make a sound. Oh wait, you can't."

A scandalized laugh bubbled in me as I tried to chase his adventurous hands away. "You asshole, it's not my fault if you're too good at sex. And I'm tipsy, so it'll be even worse. Aah! Unhand me, you animal!" I squealed with laughter as he tore open the robe with a very carnivorous look on his face.

His broad hand wrapped around my neck, and the insane rush of lust it sent through me quenched all my amusement at once. Instead, I glanced up at him, docile and pliant, desperately waiting for what would come next. Fuck, why did his dominant gestures make me so submissive? With his fingers and palm collaring me, he kept me right there, his intense eyes locked on mine.

"My love, didn't you want to spend time with your friends?"

"I mean... yes, but I can spare a few minutes for a quickie."

"And then you'll go back out there, looking like you've just been thoroughly fucked?"

Something throbbed in me, and my pupils must have expanded, because a fire danced behind his as he noticed my keen arousal. His hand tightened around my throat, and I tried to press my knees together to muffle the insistent call of my center. But his tall frame prevented it, my thighs pressing on each side of his instead.

"What do you want me to say, Lex? That you turn me into a shameless little whore like that?"

Without a second to wait for his answer, I sent my hands to his belt and worked on unbuckling it. As I did that, he kissed me again, or rather devoured me. As soon as his pants were open, I slid a small hand into his underwear, wrapping it around the swollen flesh I sought.

"There you are!" came a familiar voice behind me. "Oh, shit. Sorry!"

Lex and I pulled away in an instant, and I gathered the robe against my chest to hide myself. Kate was still there, turned away to not look, standing in the door frame. "Dakota and her wife are about to leave. I thought you might want to say bye."

"Yes, I'll be here. Give me a minute," I replied as I arranged the silk over my shoulders, my face burning with embarrassment.

"Really? That's all you two need? Lex, you disappoint." With a mischievous look at us, she exited the room and closed the door behind her.

With a trembling sigh, I pressed my forehead onto Lex's chest, the crisp fabric of his shirt absorbing the thin layer of perspiration that had gathered on my skin. "This is why I enjoy having my privacy," he said into my ear. "Complete freedom, and no one to interrupt."

"Be thankful it wasn't Mason. He would have insisted on joining us," I humored, looking up at him. His lips teased me, almost touching mine, but not quite.

"I'm thankful she didn't come a minute later, otherwise she would have found us with me buried deep into you."

"Yes, there's also that..."

His tongue darted out, and he followed the outline of my upper lip, making me shiver with want. Before he could tempt me into getting fucked in record time, I pushed him away firmly, sliding down his desk.

"I'll see you later, Coleman. And if you could keep that hard-on, it would save us some time for then."

With a wink, I disappeared out of the room to say farewell to my friends. Lex would forever be the person I wanted to spend time with the most, but I was still delighted by the evening I was having. Only God knew how many of those I'd get to have in the future. Hopefully, many of them.

• • •

My hangover the next day was very mild, and the neck kisses I received upon waking up made it entirely irrelevant. At the memory of the amazing night I'd had, a broad, contented grin split my face in half.

I turned around as I stretched, nested into Lex's embrace. His kisses kept progressing on my skin, now following my collarbone. I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "'Morning, baby."

"Did you sleep well?"

His lips were lying pecks up my neck now, and along my jawline. "Like a charm. You?"

"Same. How did you like your evening?"

"A lot. So, so much. I need to step up my game."

"What do you mean?" he wondered, moving back to look me in the eye.

"I mean you've been the best partner ever, and I feel like I've been adequate at best. I need to get better at this and match your level of perfection."

Given his disconcerted frown, he either didn't agree or didn't get what I was trying to say. "I don't— What? I don't think you've been adequate. You've been consistently yourself throughout, and I don't have a single complaint."

"Well, then I'm the same and you got much, much better."

"Andrea, you got shot for me. Everything I've done since has been a vain attempt at repaying you for that. You don't need to step up anything. I do. If I keep up, maybe that debt will be paid in a decade or so."

"You don't have a debt," I protested with a huff. "I did what I did for you and me both, so you don't need to be so utterly perfect because of it. You being this flawless is making me feel like I'm a bad girlfriend."

"How so?"

"I don't know. You're making me wish Canada was enough for me. Like, you would have been fine with us staying exiled there for twenty years, right? You wouldn't have needed anyone else other than me."

"I don't see how this is relevant."

"Well, I feel terrible that I needed more than you. That I needed my family and friends, when all you needed was me."

"Andrea, we're not the same person. I'm severely asocial, and I have a shit family. I can't blame you for being social and cherishing your loved ones. The way you care is one of the reasons why I love you so much."

Timidly, I looked up to meet his eyes. The sincerity in them shocked me, before warming me inside out. "Really?"

"Yes. You love deeply and unconditionally, which is something incredible to me. Even my own mother never loved me this much. But you do, Andrea. You risked your own freedom to get me out of jail, and I don't think I know a single person who would have done the same for someone they loved. That passion that runs into your veins only makes me love you more. I can't blame you for the way you care about the ones you love the second it works against my preferences."

"What else do you love?" I whispered, craving more of his approval and reassurance.

"There are a thousand things, Andrea. Your humor, your brain, your laugh, your personality, your intelligence, your ass, your—"

"Wait, you love my ass? I never knew that." He let out a rough chuckle and stole a quick kiss before continuing.

"I love that you know what you want and aren't afraid to fight for it. You're right, I could have stayed in Canada for twenty years and be perfectly fine with it. But you wanted your life back, and to fight so we could be ourselves again. Once more, it didn't suit my plans, but I am admirative of the way you didn't let go and fought for your own desires. I fell in love with you because you are a force of nature, and I hope you'll remain one through the years. I also love the way you care about me, above anything else. You have so many love languages, and you shower me with them constantly. You'll pack an extra snack for me when we go hiking, or bring me a drink when I'm being an antisocial troll locked in my office. Or that you'll pull me out of my retreated corner to do my nails."

"Shit, remind me to take it off today," I interrupted, grabbing his hand to look at his dark blue nails. I kissed his knuckles, as a way to apologize for not doing this the evening before.

"This is something else that I love. You touch me like you can't stop yourself, like you need it like air, and no one has ever been like that with me. You have so much blind trust in me, you would give your whole body to me, which is so fucking generous I don't even have the words. And you express your love vocally on a daily basis, sometimes hourly, which, for someone who's barely ever been shown love in his life, is like a gift of every day. And when you're drunk and have no filters, you even ask me in marriage. How fucking amazing is that?"

I winced, averting my eyes for a second. "It's a little embarrassing, really."

"It was the most endearing thing I have ever seen. Andrea, I love your impulsiveness, and how unpredictable you are. You give meaning to everything. Because of you, I look forward to starting each day, just to see in what way you'll surprise me this time, how you'll find yet another opportunity to turn my world upside down. Maybe you feel like I'm being too perfect, but my love, I'm merely trying to give you back as much as you're giving me in the first place."

His declaration, which was basically a love letter at this point, made me emotional and teary. I hadn't realized just how many things I brought to him, just by loving him deeply the way I did. It was all he wanted, all he needed. The unconditional love he'd never experienced before, someone who would prioritize him above all else, someone who would take him as he was, and only love him the more for it.

His eyes were filled with wonderment when they traveled across my features, his hand brushing away the messy curls on my temple. "There are no words to express how much I want you to become my wife, Andrea. I have never wanted anything more in my life than this. But we're not starting our marriage in the middle of all this mess. When we take that leap, when we start the rest of our lives together, I want our focus to be on each other. I want that bliss to be free of complications."

"I want that too," I agreed with a nod, trying to sniff my emotions away. "So do me a favor and refuse whatever marriage proposal I might utter in the future. Drunk or sober."

"Aye, aye."

"I want to be proposed to, anyway. I want to see how and when you'll do it. And just so there isn't any pressure to make it grand or flawless, know that I would be absolutely elated, regardless. Even if you ask during a random meal at McDonald's."

"Of course you would. You love that fucking chain."

With a playful giggle, I rolled on top of him, plastering our naked skins together. I gazed at him from my venture point, completely overwhelmed by my feelings for him. "I love you with everything I have, Alexander Coleman." He framed my face with tender hands and pulled me down to give me a long and loving kiss. When I lifted myself away, I remained inches from him, drowning in the colorless sea of his eyes.

"Will you marry me?" I breathed out, enthralled by all of him.

The lopsided grin he gave me made a smile bloom on my face. My heart clenched hard in my chest as I read his answer in his gaze, even though his lips conveyed a different one. "No."

Maybe it was to soothe the refusal, or maybe because the need was irrepressible, but he claimed my mouth again less than a second later. As if we were starved of one another, we rolled around in the sheets, his solid form nested between my legs, his arousal pressed between us. When kissing wasn't enough anymore, I took charge, pushing on his shoulder as I threw my hips forward to be on top.

Straddling him, with my fingers wrapped around his hardened length, I aligned him with my entrance, desperate to consummate all that love. Just as I was about to impale myself onto him, the loud noise of what must have been two frying pans clashing together stopped my enterprise.

Kate's shouting, coming from the other side of the apartment, reached all the way into our room. "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!"

Lex let his head fall back into the pillow with a grunted curse, and I whimpered in disapproval. I let myself fall down onto him, my front pressed onto his, the side of my face against his powerful chest. His hands, which were still on my hips, slid down to cup my lower cheeks instead, palming them eagerly.

"She needs to stop cockblocking us," he mumbled.

"I agree. I'll tell her we won't invite her again if she continuously prevents us from having sex."

"Yes, do that..."

We stayed a few more seconds like this, relenting to let go. But when she shouted again, calling us a bunch of lazy slugs, we were forced to drag our asses off the bed.

Dressed in whatever we'd grabbed first, we slowly made our way to the kitchen. Lex was wearing underwear beneath his gray sweatpants, for once, and it confirmed that he knew exactly what he was doing the rest of the time.

"There you are!" Kate greeted us with one of her charming smiles. She was still in her pajamas, a silky set of shorts with a button down, and handling a pan and a spatula. There were all sorts of food on the dinner table, and Lex and I stared at it for a moment, surprised by the sheer quantity of it. There were scones, blueberry muffins, pancakes, waffles, as well as bacon, and she was working on the eggs.

"How long have you been up for, blondie?" I asked.

"A little over an hour. God, I love this kitchen so much. You have so many things!"

"Yeah, I know. A shame we barely use any of it. You really baked all this in an hour?"

"Well, I had some help."

As if on cue, an unexpected silhouette made its way into the room. "I know. It shouldn't be legal to look this flawless in the morning. But pick up your jaws, y'all," Mason declared in a sassy manner, coming our way. He was wearing a flowery robe that I knew belonged to Kate, with the belt wrapped tightly around his waist. Lex and I exchanged a surprised look, confused by what was happening.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Well, nice to see you too, Boo."

"He crashed in my bed," Kate explained. "There were no more buses by the time he had to leave, so I offered him that option."

"Same for me," came a third voice, which was easy to recognize given the accent. We all turned to Meera, arriving from the guest room's corridor.

"Thank Christ the bed was huge," Kate declared with amusement. Lex wasn't as entertained by the situation, but I knew he didn't mind Meera staying the night. His relationship with her was one of tough love, but love nonetheless.

"I would gladly have paid for an Uber to take you to your respective homes," Lex pointed out.

"But I would have missed this," Mason argued, gesturing toward us and snapping his fingers. "Ugh, seeing you two in all this conjugal bliss is refueling my faith in love."

"Don't you have a loving boyfriend whom you love dearly?"

"It's not the same, Deedee. My man, bless his heart, doesn't look like he just walked out of an Armani ad."

Quite proud of the ridiculously attractive man I'd snatched, I wrapped my arm around his middle and pulled him closer to me. "You should see him when he's showering. It's like an ad for a luxurious perfume. Unmatched vibes."

With the back of his hand dramatically resting over his forehead, Mason pretended to fan himself with the other one. Meera grimaced and wrinkled her nose in disgust, apparently disliking the image. Lex rolled his eyes, even though I could tell he was amused by Mace's antics. Kate arrived with the eggs and urged us all to take a seat before everything cooled down.

With Kate, Mason, and Meera staying over, it felt like an extension of the evening before. All five of us ate and talked, enjoying the amazing breakfast Kate had prepared. Lex and I were seated next to one another, and we spent the entire time exchanging loving looks, holding hands under the table, or whispering things into each other's ear.

While we were both enjoying this little break, this momentary escape from reality, we both knew we would dive back right into our mission as soon as everyone was gone. But this was nice, and we might as well enjoy it while it lasted.


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