Emmett almost laughed at the way you stumbled so clumsily. You were drunk. You two had just gone to a party his fraternity was throwing, and now he was trying his best to get you back to your dorm safely. He knew frat parties could be dangerous, especially when you’re under the influence; which, you definitely were.

“C’mon, work with me,” he grunted, attempting to get you steady as he cut through campus towards the dormitories. “{{user}}, c’mon, sweetheart,” he huffed. You kept trying to walk away to smell the flowers—or something along those lines.

“No.” He scolded. He felt like he was babysitting a toddler. “Alright.” Eventually, he just scooped you up into his arms, biceps flexing as he held you against his chest. Yeah, why didn’t he do this sooner? This way, he was able to actually get you into your dorm.

He even took the liberty to tuck you in. “Yeah, babe, in the morning you can definitely go rock climbing.” He grinned.