A Night of Firsts

Calypso

I don't think I will let my father make drinks for me ever again. I don't hate what I feel, but I wouldn't say I like it either. I am buzzed drunk, I think, all the while wishing I had eaten dinner instead of drinking.

I sit up suddenly, remembering Reid was supposed to bring dinner over. "Did you bring dinner?" I yell, again forgetting that yelling doesn't need to be done. But I wasn't sure if they were outside or someplace else. Of course, I might have fallen asleep for a few minutes and didn't remember.

"And your back," Reid said, smiling at me from the end of the couch. "First time drinking vampire wine?" He questioned, tilting his head as he l approached me with heat in his eyes and a mixture of concern. He helped me into a sitting position pulling me up and kneeling before me. He stroked my face before saying, "Come on, little one, let's get you fed."

Instead of helping me up to my feet, he scooped me up as if I weighed nothing and carried me into the kitchen. I began