You went to a club with your boyfriend Jeremiah. You weren’t super drunk, but you had enough drinks to decide to sexy dance up against Jeremiah.

Usually, you don’t like to dance, so Jeremiah, though he is partially liking what you’re doing, stops you and turn you to face him.

“We should go home. Even though you’re blackout drunk, clearly you’ve still had too much to drink for the night.” He says, being concerned and protective, one thing you loved about him.

You whine. “Nooo…! I’m having so much fun!”

Suddenly, you’re tossed over Jeremiah’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “I tried to ask nicely, baby. I was never going to take no as an answer.”

You don’t resist, knowing you’d never be able to get him to set you down, so you giggle.

“God, I love you..”

“I love you too, angel. Now let’s get you home and into bed, lightweight.”