We stumbled back to my hotel, just a few blocks away from the bar. Laughter and off tune lyrics filled the air around us.
She held me tight, trying to steal some heat from me, good thing I had plenty to spare that snowy night.
She looked to me, rosy cheeks and eyes, cool like the icicles that we passed on by, and smiled. I couldn't tell you if it was the considerable amount of alcohol inside of me or her that gave me the warm feeling inside, but I guess for now, it doesn't really matter.
The stairs gave her more trouble than they should have, and after the third failed attempt to ascend them, I decided to throw her over my shoulder and make my way up, her in tow. She squealed with a mixture of fright and delight, and even though the hour was late, I did nothing.
Tonight, they didn't matter.
I could always be polite tomorrow.
At the door, I fished around in my pockets with almost frozen hands, my fingers stiff from the cold. Pockets were patted and repatted as I tried to find the stupid