Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 11

The alcohol now catching up with both of us, our speech beginning to slur a little and our touching and flirting becoming ever more clumsy, we posed for selfies, cheeks pressed to each other, duck pouts in full effect. There was a real sense of sexual chemistry between us and I was captivated, trying so hard to control myself and contain my desire to kiss her and drag her back to my place.

I couldn’t do that, while she might be ok with dating someone like me, I wasn’t even sure I what I was, was I still a guy, was I hetro, gay, trans. I didn’t know and sure as hell wasn’t going to figure it out while this intoxicated. The barman called last orders and both me an Ellie looked at each other admitting that it was definitely home time.

We stumbled out onto the night street, both far more drunk than we thought we were, walking back towards the café and where we would go our separate directions. We exchanged how much fun tonight had been and that we should definitely do it again sometime. She checked to see if I was ok and I thanked her for her support in helping decide what to do.

There was a real tension in the air and we moved in for a parting hug, we almost collied head on, pulling back and looking at each other, there was a pause, a monumental desire rose from within me to kiss her but I chickened out and rearranged the hug. I held her tight already regretting not taking the now missed opportunity. Embarrassed we parted and I stepped back, she looked flushed, or was it just drunk?

I blew her a kiss as I had done Marc so many times, she smiled in reply and waved as she turned. I would have floated back home if it wasn’t for the fact that I was really quite inebriated. Ever grateful that my drunken autopilot guided me home and I fumbled the keys multiple times to open the door.

Staggering into my apartment I took out my phone and read some messages from Ellie who had presumably arrived at her home before me. They were garbled and full of autocorrect mistakes, in my state I could barely make sense, but I typed what I thought was a gushing thank you for her taking me out, and accusing her of getting me too drunk.