Alanis moved smoothly through the club, carrying his drunk wife in his arms. She hadn't stopped slapping his chest and squeezing his nipples while laughing to herself as he carried her.
The crowd parted instinctively as he moved through them. As soon as he was outside, he exhaled sharply, the chaos of the club fading into the night behind him.
"Am I really in heaven?" came a soft mumble from the woman in his arms. She hummed rubbing her cheeks on his chest.
Alanis glanced down at her, frowning. "What nonsense are you talking about now?"
Her eyes fluttered open slightly, and she gave him a dazed smile. "Woah... I must be in heaven. So many handsome men…" Her voice trailed off, and Alanis blinked, utterly caught off guard.
He arched a brow but couldn't help the faint smirk that tugged at his lips. The alcohol is really hitting her now, he thought. It wasn't every day his stubborn wife called him handsome. Moments like this are to be treasured forever.
