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I didn't want to leave, but by the time Leon began wrapping the party up, it was getting close to midnight. We said our farewells, and I realized I was too drunk to drive safely. Drew called a rideshare service. The snow was coming down now, and I shivered when I stepped off the car at home. Drew wrapped his jacket around my shoulders, then waited until the car was out of sight before lifting me into a princess carry. I yelped joyously, giggling to him.
"My my, somebody has definitely been working out," I lilted, and he grinned.
"Everything for you, mom," he murmured.
I unlocked the door and he maneuvered us inside, setting me down on the couch.
"Let's warm you up," he suggested. "How about a nice cup of hot cocoa, and then...?" He trailed off, and I knew what he was suggesting. I bit my lip and nodded, and he smiled before going to fix us some sugary goodness. He came back with two mugs, and I warmed my fingers around mine, sipping indulgently and moaning.
"Could this night get any better?" I teased with a wink, and he swallowed.
"Definitely. Why don't you head to your room while I make some... preparations."
I bit my lip, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Was this it? My God, was I really going to go through with it? My legs seemed to think so, as they carried me to my room.
I opened the door and dropped my mug of hot chocolate, backing away and screaming.
On my bed were the mangled remains of a dead cat.
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