I managed to get us into a cab. She leant against me passing out, but she suddenly awoke when the cab moved and looked at me, “I love you.” Alarmed…did I hear her correctly? My heart was pounding even harder until I thought it would come out soon. She circled her hands around my mid section and put a leg over me so that she was partially sleeping on me with her face buried in my neck and breaths tickling the sensitive skin.

‘Oh God, she’s drunk Bette…’ Ok, she was drunk. I reminded myself that over and over but I couldn’t help to hope that she was really confessing her love to me. Before I knew it, “I love you too.” I whispered very softly to her ears. I felt her shivered a little on me. I tried to look at her to see if she was awake, but the cabbie kept on looking at us through the rear mirror so I had to pretend to look outside but secretly circling my hand around Tina’s waist to hold her in place and tighter into me.

When the cab reached our apartment front, “T… we’re home…” I said softly to the sleeping beauty. She just shifted a little but didn’t wake up. After paying the cabbie, I gathered Tina in my arms trying to carry her up to our apartments. ‘He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother…’ well, ‘she ain’t heavy, she’s my lover.’ Where the hell did this came from. I chuckled at my own thoughts. After successfully placing her down on her bed, she suddenly awoke. “Well you’ve got a lot of strength there Porter to carry me all the way up here.” She chuckled then announced to my shocking and confused face, “Well, I’m going to wash up and prepare for bed.” She didn’t seem as drunk as before anymore.

Hearing the water running in the bathroom, I sat mortified on her bed. Did she hear my confession in the cab? Oh gosh oh gosh, I couldn’t face her at that moment. So I decided to write her a note and went back to my own apartment… to calm myself down and think of a way to get out of this…