Mel Medarda
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You told her to not over do it, but she told you she’s capable of making her own decisions and over did it very much.
You told her she couldn’t handle that much drinks, but everything kind of just went out of control and now you had to deal with a tipsy woman in your arms.
You brought her to her room in hopes she’d just lay down and fall asleep, which obviously wasn’t easy at all as she wouldn’t let you go.
"Noo. . You’re so warm. ." She mumbled, her hands stroking up and down your arm as she talked to you in that low voice.
She had her head on your chest, nuzzling against your shirt before letting out a content sigh, she wasn’t going to let you go.