Aimee holds me tight in the backseat of the taxi, clearly still overwhelmed by the events of the evening. I can feel the aftereffects of the adrenalin start to kick in, making me a little lethargic. I try to shake the feeling off, but the hot air pumping through the car-heater is making it impossible.
I can tell Aimee’s a little drunk. It doesn’t take her more than a few glasses to get her slurring words. I find it hilarious. She finds it embarrassing.
Sex is definitely on the cards tonight, as long as I can stay awake. Once I’m back in the flat, with the lights on, glass of water, I’ll be more than up to the task. After all, how often do you get down on one knee and ask someone to marry you?
Aimee is busy texting someone as the taxi turns down our street; no doubt she’s spreading the g
