Julian drives us back to the apartment. It’s already after midnight. My best friend is too drunk to stand, and my anticipated alone time with my gorgeous professor has been postponed.
Lora has fallen asleep in the backseat, and I imagine various ways to get her to our room.
“Do you need help?” Julian asks, glancing over at my best friend in the back.
I let out a sigh. “Whenever this happens, Kristoff used to carry her on his back. So, yes, I need your help.”
He laughs, and the sound he makes slithers down my stomach. “I’ve witnessed worse. Help me get her up.”
“Sure thing.” I get out of the car and then go to the backseat to open the door. I slide into the backseat to shake Lora’s shoulder, but she groans.
“She won’t wake up,” I say.
“Hold the back of her head and push over here.”
