Tracy sighed hearing his words, “Nathan, you are drunk, okay? Here, I will help you inside,” she approached him and tried to help him and stand up.
“I don’t need your help,” he shrugged away from her and almost hit his head on the door from his swaying. “I can do perfectly fine without you. I drove home on my own you know. I may be crazy in love with you, but I’m not handicapped.”
Tracy heaved a sigh, “Nathan, I did not say that you are handicapped. You are clearly drunk; I just want to help you inside.”
“Inside where, your bedroom? So that you will take advantage of me again?”
“What?” Tracy was horrified.
“Yes,” he chuckled drunkenly, “it’s obvious now,” he gulped, ‘it’s really obvious now. You were horny in Hawaii and you needed an eighteen year old boy who is crazily in love with
