Without acknowledging my thanks, Zach bends down and heaves me up in his arms for the second time tonight. Although, this one’s bridal style. “Oh, you don’t have to carry me.” He’s silent as he begins walking. I nuzzle against his collar bone. “I’m heavy.” “If you say that one more time, I’ll drop you right here and leave. You can find your own way back home.” I don’t know why but I can’t stop my smiles tonight. Maybe orgasms do make me drunk. Or maybe it’s orgasms given by him. “You wouldn’t,” I mumble.
