The moment his breath his my skin I grabbed his face and shoved him off. "Gross. Hurry up and get off of me while I am being nice." He pouted but listened and held his head himself.
I dragged him while he swayed slightly to his car in the side lot where my driver initially dropped me off. Because I was expecting to drink tonight I told him I was planning to leave with one of my friends and stay the night with them so he would not have to be on call the whole evening.
However here I was stuck dragging this idiot back to his hotel room.
"Dean give me your car keys." He started fumbling around his pants until he pulled his keys out. Though when I reached for them he held them above his head.
"I can't let you drive... I am a big boy and its a big boys job to drive us back safe." He slurred his words and gave me a blurry stare. His eyes deep as he tried to focus on my face. If I could slap him I would. I also blushed heavily as I remembered what my friends said earlier. But I had to ignore it. "No you are in no condition to be driving right now. I am driving. Keys. Now."
I let him go and held my palm out waiting for the keys. He contemplated for half a second before giving me the keys. I struggled to get him seated as he would not let go of my neck. His hands roamed my back before I threatened to bite his hand off did he stop.
I grumbled on the drive to the hotel. This whole situation was the best reason for me to not drink heavily. Prior to leaving, his mom had given me his room key and told me of the elevator which led up to his room. The staff at the desk was sleeping which while normally was a bad sign it was good for me as I did not want any further rumors circulating.
His mother also promised to seal the security footage so there was no chances. We arrived at his room shortly and I leaned him against the wall while I keyed in.
The light whirring sound as the door unlocked was heaven to me. 'Almost done.' I pushed him in and shut the door. I dragged him to his bed and shoved him so he fell on it.
He fell on his back and was splayed over the bed. His tall frame took over nearly the whole length. I had just turned my back when I heard him coughing violently.
He somehow managed to get his tie wrapped around his hand and was choking himself. "Oh my gosh STOP!" I slapped his hand and pried his fingers to release his tie. "What are you some kind of baby that needs to be tucked in." He groaned in reply.
'I swear no more drinking for him.' I decided that if I want to leave here I need to do this properly.
Dean at this point stopped moving and had his eyes tightly shut. His hands wandered around the bed looking for something. But paused for a bit.
Methodically I began to get him comfortable. I pulled his legs so they were fully on the bed and took off his shoes. I un-cuffed his sleeves and placed the cufflinks on the nightstand. I loosened the tie and pulled it off his neck.
I debated whether I should remove his shirt and pants. It was buttoned all the way up and was made of material not meant to handle sweat. I bet it was stuffy and uncomfortable for a guy who was a living fire.
'Hmmmmmm.' I sat on the side of the bed as I went through my options. I did not want him waking up and getting ideas. But he was drunk and I was given the task to help him.
After much deliberation I settled on a compromise. 'Lets settle on unbuttoning the top few buttons. I won't even consider his pants.'
I held my breath and began unbuttoning slowly so as to not wake him up. I leaned in closer to see the buttons as my contacts were starting to dry up and blur a bit. I only managed to unbutton one button when his eyes shot open.
'Shit!' Before I could get away from the bed he suddenly pulled me into a tight bear hug. He managed to wrap himself around me and spooned me from behind.
"Absolutely not! Dean let go right now this isn't funny!" I squirmed as his grip tightened and he buried his face into my back. "Please stay!" He yelled. "I don't like sleeping alone not without Paint."
I froze. Paint? My stop in motion relaxed him. I suddenly recalled our days back in high school. I was just appointed student body president and was working on the meeting notes from our academic advisor.
Dean was vice president. He ended up witnessing a secret I was trying to hide. At the time I thought I was alone so I took a break and started singing and dancing to this boyband at the time I was a hardcore fangirl for. He walked in on me.
That was the first time I cried in front of him. He got flustered and offered something to soothe me. "How about this, I will share one embarrassing secret in exchange so we are even." He took a deep breath and looked me in the eye. "I cannot sleep without my moose stuffed animal Paint. Since I was five that moose is a constant for me. If I am actually falling asleep I need him."
He pulled out his phone and showed me the younger him cuddling with the bear and a picture of his room where Paint sat on his pillows. The timestamps proved his claim.
'He has not changed.' I felt my cheeks warm up at that. "Fine." I intended to stay until he fell fully asleep and leave. "Thank you Celeste." It was odd not hearing him call me princess. He, however, decided to not sleep. "Can we trade?" It was the saying we used to trade secrets or thoughts. I groaned and would have slapped my face if Dean did not have me in a death grip. "Dean please go to sleep I am also very tired too."
He pulled me tighter against his body in protest. "Fine fine what do you wanna trade?" He finally let his grip loosen. "What did he do?"