Antonia walked into their room, then turned back to Ted and put her hands on his shoulders, squeezing them before dragging her hands down to his biceps. She moved her lips so they were hovering over his. “How about it, Dr. Dawson? Should we pretend we’re twenty-five?”
“No, we should not. You’re drunk, and quite frankly, I’m pretty pissed about how you conducted yourself.”
She narrowed her eyes a little, wracking her brain for what he was talking about, only to come up blank. “Help me out because I honestly don’t have the first clue what I did wrong.”
Before he could answer, she held up one finger to his lips. “Actually, don’t tell me. I’m in too good a mood to fight. Let’s just…do it. No talking. Just sex.” Pointing to the floor she added, “Right here. Let’s pretend we’re so wild for each other we can’t even be bothered to get to the bed.”
She pressed her hands against his chest and closed her eyes, waiting for him to kiss her. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes again and leaned toward him. “Heeelloooo?” She snort-laughed to herself, too drunk to care about how angry he looked.
Then the room started to spin and she gripped his shirt to steady herself. “You know what, Teddy? I may have had too much to drink.”
“You think?”
“Yes, I do.” Holding up one finger, she snorted again. “My professional medical opinion is that I’m totally wasted.”
She pushed off of him and staggered across the room. Flopping onto the bed, she said, “I’m just going to close my eyes for a bit. I’ll get ready for bed after I have a nice little nap.”
“In your dress?”
“S’very comfortable.” A moment later, her eyes were closed and she felt herself falling asleep. She heard him sigh, then felt him put the covers on her, and suddenly she was warm and loved and happy again. “I love you, Ted. With my whole heart.”
By the time he answered, his words were quiet, and she was only a very small bit conscious. “And I hate you with all of mine.”
