I Missed Her, I Missed Us

EZEKIEL

When Vivienne looked at me with those green eyes of hers, I couldn’t help but feel the heat.

Her sleepy drunken eyes were making me horny and hard for some reason.

Alright. Enough with my dirty thoughts.

I shook my head and focused on helping Vivienne.

“Let’s go to your room,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm as I looked at her. But she was drunk and stubborn, shaking her head and pulling away from me.

“No… I’m fine… I can walk,” she slurred, though her steps were anything but steady.

I sighed.

There was no use in arguing with her in this state.

So, without thinking twice, I scooped her up into my arms, carrying her like a bride. For a moment, I saw surprise flash in her eyes, but she didn’t resist. Instead, she let out a small, tired laugh and rested her head against my chest.

As I carried her down the hallway, memories of our honeymoon flooded my mind. I remembered carrying her just like this, her laughter echoing in my ears as we stumbled into our suite. We were s