“I don’t know,” said Chantal. “I don’t know how to express what I’m feeling. But I agree with you. It’s good to feel this way. I think joy is a good way to put it. How else could you possibly describe it, right? It’s the kind of feeling you get when you are headed off home after the last day of school. Do you know what I mean? When you have your summer holidays to look forward to. Three months of nothing but happiness, three months where you would feel nothing buy joy. This is what I am feeling right now, the very same joy that I used to feel in the days of my youth while I would be heading home after the last day of school.”
Michael smiled and said, “That’s a very beautiful way to put it. I can see your English literature degree working its magic right there. It’s the kind of thing that only a very literary person would be able to say.”
They ordered food. Michael ordered the pasta and Chantal ordered pizza. The food was absolutely delicious, and they were so glad to be having it together. Chantal did not know how she could possibly feel this way. How could anyone feel so accepted and happy? It was like something from another world. It was like something you would expect to see in a movie or read in a romantic novel. She didn’t know how to express what she was feeling to Michael and this concerned her because she wanted him to know just how she was feeling in this moment. She wanted him to know how loved she felt.
They ate and finished off a bottle of wine. By the end of it they were quite buzzed, and on the verge of being completely and utterly drunk. Chantal was a little more drunk than Michael was so he helped her to the car. She didn’t really need his help. She was drunk but she was in her senses. It wasn’t the kind of inebriation in which you might end up doing something that you regret. It wasn’t the kind of feeling where you might end up doing something that you didn’t want to do because of the alcohol that was flowing through your system. Still, she really appreciated that he was helping her.
She really enjoyed the feeling of his arm around her shoulders, supporting her, guiding her, making her feel so utterly safe. She liked that he cared enough to guide her to the car. It made her feel like if she ever actually needed his help he would be there in a heartbeat. He would be right there, helping her, making her feel safe and loved the way only he knew how. She kissed him on the cheek as he opened the door to his car for her. He beamed at her as she got in.
She sighed as he turned on the air conditioning and began to drive. It was such a lovely feeling. She looked at him. He was so utterly handsome, so sexy in his shirt. He really knew how to dress, alright. It was turning her on.
“You’re really sexy,” said Chantal. “Do you know that?”
Michael laughed out loud and said, “You’re pretty fu*king sexy yourself.”
“You really think so?” asked Chantal. “You really think I’m sexy?”
“I think you’re extremely sexy,” said Michael. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t think it. I’m not that kind of person. I only say things when I actually mean them. That’s how it works with me. I don’t even know how to lie, honestly.”
Chantal knew he was telling the truth because he was in that drunken state where only truth could be spoken. He was, thankfully, not too drunk to drive but he was certainly inebriated enough that he would be unable to say anything that was not true in the most meaningful way.
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She really liked that he was so affectionate while he was drunk. When people are drunk they show their true side. They show who they truly are. It was such a wonderful feeling to be with him while he was in this state.
“Can we go back to your place?” asked Chantal. She wanted to stay with him, and she was honestly a little horny. She didn’t want him to feel like she was coming on to him, even though that was what she was clearly doing.
Michael looked at her and said, “Okay.”
He drove them home. Chantal barely even noticed his house because as soon as they got in Michael started to kiss her passionately. His tongue was in her mouth, pressing against her, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world.
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Chantal felt so safe in his arms. She felt so loved.