Last night, after Ava kissed me in front of everyone…
I was carrying her on my shoulder, navigating through the ambient glow of dimly lit corridors towards our room. No, don't be quick to judge the situation; I'm not engaging in anything romantic. In fact, I was forcefully escorting her to our room because, down at the lobby, she was creating a mess—dancing around in a way she would surely regret in the morning.
The door yielded to the force of my hand, swinging open with a creak as I entered our abode. The room, bathed in a soft, muted light, awaited our arrival. With calculated gentleness, I approached the bed and placed her down with a touch of finesse.
A symphony of inebriated protest escaped her lips. "No..." she slurred, resisting the descent into slumber as I tenderly covered he
