After we finished eating and celebrating our first day in a relationship which he finished the whole bottle of the wine down to his throat, I cursed myself for being with an immature man.
I hold him as he stumbled, I put his arms on my shoulder and dragged him to the hotel.
"You know I hated when the waiter was flirting with you." He slurred and I rolled my eyes, trust me he wasn't flirting with me.
"You lying Nate, he wasn't."
"So you going to trust him over your boyfriend?" He scoffed and again rolled my eyes, I'm sure that at the end of the day, I won't feel my eyes.
"Alright do whatever you want." I sighed, he was heavy.
"You're so fat." I yelled I can't do this anymore.
"Excuse me?!" He shouted with his eyes half asleep and hold a hand on his heart as I hurt him.
"I'm not fat,
