Chapter 16

"So can I get my goodbye kiss now?"

"Are you dead?"

"You can't wait for me to be dead. Are you into kissing cold lips?"

"Yes."

"Ouch. But I want a kiss now."

"Then start dying."

"Wait. What the fuck!" I grabbed him, "Are you mad? You can't just walk into the middle of the road! Are you a fool?"

"That makes you an even bigger one."

"What?"

"You ran after me."

He had the audacity to stare at me as if I were stupid.

"I need a drink. They really did a number on you."

"I could use one too. Where's the nearest bar?"

"We aren't going."

"Then where's the nearest store?"

"We have whiskey at home."

"But why wait. We can drink on the way there."

"I have to drive."

"And?"

"Are you from Antartica? Why aren't you familiar with basic common rules?"

"Considering I don't know where that is, I'm not from there. And you don't have to drink then but I need something to keep my cold lips warm unless you want to volunteer?"

"I'll stop at the store."

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"No, you can't come in."

"Well hurry. And choose something good."

"You want something other than whiskey?"

"No."

"Then shut the hell up. And I'm locking the car, don't even think about breaking it."

"I can't. She's such a beauty."

"Good."

A few minutes later, I opened the car doors to a very impatient Az, handing him the box containing 2 whiskey bottles.

"Go easy on that. Remember what happened last time."

"I was drugged."

"You keep telling yourself that."

"So you were there? At the bar?"

"Yes."

"And you won't tell me who the guy was?" He opened one of the bottles and took a sip.

"Correct."

"Ah. It was you then. You couldn't resist my charms so you had to come over."

"You were hardly charming."

"Or did you drug me? Was that your plan all along. Drugging me then kidnapping me to keep all to yourself?"

"So, I'm still the kidnapper?"

"Darling," he leant over to my seat, right hand falling on the inside of my door, left hand running his thumb over my lips and his mouth brushing against my ear, "All you had to do was ask."

I shoved him away. I could feel my face burning. I'm a fucking grown man, 'I don't blush'.

"Yes, you do."

"Fuck. Give me that." I grabbed the open bottle, taking a few gulps. I fucking said that out loud. Another few gulps. I may as well just die on the spot. How did I say that. Out of everything, it had to be the most embarrassing.

"Now, you might want to slow down. What happened to being a good cop?"

Oh right. I need to drive. Shit.

"I'll be fine."

"Uh, you sure about that?" He gestured to the bottle, "it's almost done."

I looked down and shit, he was right.

"Did I buy these in small?"

"No. You were gulping for the last few minutes."

"And you only spoke now!?"

"Yeah, you looked cute all panicked. Couldn't bring myself to disturb you."

My head was starting to get light. The lights were blurred slightly and we didn't even start driving.

"It's like in the cartoons. You don't fall until you look down and apparently you don't feel the buzz until you realize how much you drank."

"Well then this cartoon thing seems correct for the last part, but I can confirm that you do fall whether you look down or not."

"Can you drive?"

"It can't be that hard."

"Okay." I tossed my keys to his general direction and I'm assuming he caught it by the lack of impact.

"You aren't afraid that I'll kill us?"

"Not really. It would be one heck of a story for the news."

"True."

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"I can't drive if you're going to do that."

He looked hot driving my car.

"I'm serious. Stop that. You're drunk."

While wearing my clothes. Clothes that framed him so fucking good.

"Didn't you want a kiss?"

"Not like this."

"I'm drunk not unconscious."

"Still."

"I'm perfectly capable of making decisions."

"There's always tomorrow."

"Why wait?"

"In general, I'm not a good person. I don't really have a conscience so if you continue teasing me, then I would give in and you'll be the one regretting it in the morning."

"Exactly. It's my regret. Stop holding out."

I slid my hands higher up to offer some more encouragement and felt the car pull over. Regret will be a problem for my future self, now, he looks so hot, in my car, in my clothes and I'm not about to let that go.

"We're home."

"Already?"

"Yes."

My door opened. 'How did I end up on the passenger side again?'

"I shoved you over."

'I said that out loud?'

"Yes you did."

"I said it again."

"Yes. Put your hand around my neck. No not both, your right, other one."

I felt a hand go around my back, supporting me towards the house. Once up the steps, I turned around and kissed him. I've been waiting too long to do that. He started kissing back and then stopped, pushing away slightly.

"We're outside."

"No. I can't be seen with you. You're an alien remember?"

"Then you better sober up real fast because the front page of the newspaper tomorrow will have an alien sighting."

"What?"

"Someone just saw us, he flashed something and ran."

"Where?"

"Doesn't matter. Let's get inside."

"No. I can't have him leave. I need to catch him."

"He left already and you can't exactly move on your own."

My head hurts. What was he saying again?

"I want to sleep."

"Let's go."