Before we could exchange any more words, I felt someone grab my hand and pull me through the crowd. This time I made no objections. I knew her hand better than my own.
"Nice of you to let me know where you were going," I said, more out of relief than anything. "Thanks for that fun time with all of your exes. What the f**k was that?"
"It's nothing. Let's just go home," she said, tripping over her own feet as we left the frat house.
I caught her from behind, then looked her in the face. Flushed cheeks. Dilated pupils. Definitely drunk. I turned around once I had steadied her and squatted before her.
"Hop on," I said, offering her my back.
She wasted no time and did as she was told, snuggling up to my back.
"Coffee then home," I said, grabbing onto her thighs before standing up to start
