𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 [peso pluma]

26

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After about another hour of partying, the energy of the crowd began to die down, and Hassan decided it was time to head home. Celine, having indulged in one too many drinks, stumbled alongside her friends, laughter bubbling from her lips at anything her friends did.

Approaching them, Hassan couldn't help but smile at Celine's intoxicated antics. "Here he comes to ruin the fun," Brenda commented, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as Hassan shot her a mock glare.

Turning around, Celine's face lit up with a smile as she collided straight into Hassan's chest, her body swaying recklessly. Thankfully, Hassan caught her just in time, his arms wrapping protectively around her. "Careful, Cel," he scolded gently, his tone laced with amusement, as she giggled and regained her balance.

"Okay, yeah, you definitely had enough to drink," Hassan teased, his lips curling into a grin as Celine furrowed her brows in offense. "Nuh uh! Fiona was just going to get me a-another!" she slurred, her words combining together.

"Too bad," Hassan chuckled, wrapping his arm securely around her waist and guiding her in the opposite direction. "Bring my girl back here," Brenda shouted after them, her voice trailing off as she realized she couldn't chase after them in her heels and current drunken state. Hassan shook his head, laughing softly at the scene.

As they walked out of the party, Fiona returned to Brenda, glancing around for Celine before shrugging and downing the shot she had brought for her missing friend.

Meanwhile, Hassan led Celine to his truck, helping her into the passenger seat and ensuring her seatbelt was securely fastened.

Celine smiled gratefully, her gaze softened with affection. "Thank you," she murmured, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to Hassan's cheek as he buckled her in.

Returning the gesture, Hassan brushed his lips against her forehead, "Anything for my girl," he whispered.

Celine relaxed in the passenger seat, her head resting against the soft upholstery as the gentle hum of the engine lulled her into a peaceful slumber. Despite her eyes being closed, a contented smile lingered on her lips, a testament to the blissful state induced by the alcohol.

Hassan couldn't help but laugh softly at the sight of his girlfriend. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other placed lightly on Celine's thigh, he navigated the familiar streets on their way back to his house, determined to not wake her up.

As they neared his home, Celine's body gradually slumped to the side, leaning against Hassan's arm for support, her features softened in sleep. His heart swelled with tenderness as he watched her, his gaze filled with adoration for the woman beside him.

Careful not to disturb her, he made a conscious effort to avoid any potholes or bumps in the road, hoping to keep her peacefully asleep.

Pulling up to his house, Hassan turned off the engine and moved to gently extricate himself from Celine's embrace. With practiced ease, he exited the truck and circled around to her side, opening the door as quietly as possible. With nimble fingers, he unbuckled her seatbelt, relieved when she only murmured softly in response, her slumber undisturbed.