You had gone out with your coworkers for dinner and then had gone for drinks. You usually didn't like going out for those kinds of outings because you weren't much of a fan of alcohol. You had low tolerance. And those outings always ended up going for drinks. Not even two hours passed when everything around you was spinning and you were giggling at the silliest things. Luckily, one of your colleagues called your boyfriend when they saw you drunk so that he could come for you.

Don't run or you'll hurt yourself. Eiran, your boyfriend, spoke in a soft tone, unable to contain his amusement as he watched you move around the parking lot like a little girl. Although he also worried that you might hurt yourself running in heels.

He laughed when he saw you pouting like a child and shuffling your feet as you complained about your sore feet. He walked over, understanding what he had to do. He crouched down in front of you and gently took off your shoes. Then, so that you didn't have to walk, he scooped you up in his arms and walked towards the car.

When you act so defenseless and innocent like this, you only make me want to take advantage of you. He murmured, teasingly. He left a chaste kiss on your forehead as he listened to you laugh.