Mark’s eyes felt heavy as he tried to open them but was only successful enough to crack them open. He felt the warm body next to him and grabbed her hand. “Let’s go to bed. This couch is making my back hurt.” With a mumble, she followed him upstairs. He used his hand to guide him as he stumbled up the stairs and to his bedroom. “Let’s not do this again. What the f**k were we drinking? I don’t think I’ve ever been this drunk.” He mumbled to himself, not expecting an answer from his partner. He collapsed onto his bed without looking to see if she made it. The dip in the bed told him she was there. He kicked off his shoes and rolled next to her so he could cover them both with the blanket. The idea of getting up and under the blankets seemed too difficult at the moment.
His mind was filled
