Dimitry held Meg tightly, acutely aware of the way she seemed to pull herself in closer in the embrace. He let his arms hold her in a calming, protective state, his body shielding her as his hand gently stroked her hair. She seemed to be quivering in his arms despite the extra jacket. “As long as you’re sure you’re ok,” he replied, “you must be freezing. You’re shaking.”
Dimi placed a soft kiss on the top of her head before finally breaking the embrace. “Come on, Nutmeg. Of course we can go home.” He escorted Meg out of the building and to his car where he opened up the passenger door for her. After waiting to make sure she was situated, he went around to the driver’s side and started the engine, turning the air to a comfortable 75 degrees. He began to drive before realizing that he had no idea where he was going.
It was late and there were almost no other cars out on the road. He decided to just drive for a bit longer and make sure she was really ok before going anywhere. All he knew was that he was not leaving her alone tonight. “Do you want to talk about it?” He finally asked after an extended period of silence.
meg took a deep breath in, trying to steady her head. it was no use - her head was pounding and the room seemed to spin. the only thing keeping her steady was his arms around her. she nodded again, trying to put on a brave face. “ yeah it’s freezing in here. i didn’t exactly dress for the occasion, “ she chuckled, glancing down at the shorts and tank top she wore. she sighed and pulled his jacket closer around her. she’d never admit that her shaking was only due partly to the cold.
she would never admit it, but the gesture actually made her smile genuinely. it didn’t happen often, and she wasn’t proud of it. in true meg fashion, she felt the need to make it into a joke. “ i thought i was the one who owed you a kiss, “ she asked, giving her signature mischevious smirk. as she walked beside him to the car, the feeling of stupidity and shame began to settle in. she slid into the passenger seat and tilted her head back against the headrest.
meg tried to look out the window as they drove away, but the motion made her head spin even worse. she decided on just closing her eyes, trying to sober up. it wasn’t working. she sighed softly, feeling like a stupid idiot. she let her mind wander to the night’s events and how she ended up there. her train of thought was interrupted by his question. she opened her eyes and turned towards him, searching his face. she tried to focus on something, her eyes landing on his. she shook her head, letting her instincts take control. “ no. it’s embarrassing, “ she sighed, breaking the gaze and leaning her head back against the headrest.
she stared up at the ceiling, wondering what to say. something inside her told her to share more of the details. after all, he had come and helped her when she called. she sighed again, closing her eyes. “ i threw a rock at my sister's window and broke it, drunk off my ass, right in front of a cop, “ she explained. she was still a little drunk but was regaining some form of cognizant function.
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