“No, I thought it was a saleswoman coming to sell you hot pockets at 2 in the morning.” He sarcastically stated. “But we have a slight problem…”
“What?” I asked, sitting up and turning towards him.
“We don’t have enough time to travel to the back, get you and myself up the ladder and get you in your room. But if we go into my house, the front lights will flicker on and she’ll see your face perfectly.” He thought aloud before his eyes lit up. “I have a plan.” He got out of the car and walked over to my side of the car. I’m not sure why, but I knew his plan was going to turn out badly.
He opened the door and before I even had a chance to stand up he lifted me up, bridal style and technically smothered by face into his chest. I heard the clacking stop as the light turned on.
“Get a room!
