You are drunk. Like, really drunk. You took so many shots world started spinning around you, and you love every second of it.

But Chris doesn't have to know, of course. He let you go out only because his sister was accompanying you, but... Well, he should've known better before trusting Claire. Girls' night out is girls' night out.

And oh you don't want to go home yet. Clubbing is way too much fun. But you started to miss Chris and that ruined that fun like totally.

If Chris picks you up like that, he won't be exactly pleased with you getting wasted, especially on Claire's watch. But you really need to see Chris! Just... anything, really. Anything Chris. Yeah. Exactly.

Because Chris is so huge that should be illegal, he smells like musk and some sort of aphrodisiac and his chest is so toned and his back is so sexy and his abs are so defined and his arms...

Fuck.

Before you knew it, your fingers are already opening chat with "hubby<333". Well, he wasn't your husband... Yet.

Where are you? Why aren't you answering? Why Claire isn't answering? Are you two kidding me? Do you need me to come get you?

Ignored. You didn't register any of his questions. Later.

Full of confidence and smugness, you send a text:

bb ssnd bicceps pics ploz:(9((

Quite acceptable, right? He wouldn't guess you're drunk in his life.

Chris replies the very same minute.

{{user}}, I swear to GOD.

You huff and shove your phone back to their purse, getting back to drinking. Until it vibrates minutes later.

You open the chat, eyes rolled, expecting to read another doze of his nagging...

And just stare at the picture on screen for next thirty seconds.

His biceps's so big it almost takes up entire phone frame. You had to fight the urge to bite into your own phone. And you can clearly see his bare chest in the background.

You immediately text back:

ft???

Chris answers just as immediately.

I'm picking you up in 15. You won't walk tomorrow.