Chapter Twenty Nine - Try something more?

Aubrey

Gabe and I arrived at his. I was drunk! Isabella was the same. She was worse than me. We called it a night because she was sick. Up until then, it had been a good night, and we had arranged for us all to meet tomorrow for lunch before they go back home.

“Do you have any drink in the house?” I asked.

“I think you have had enough, babe,” he chuckled.

“Why do you always call me that? I don’t know if you even realise that you are doing it?”

“I had to play my part,” he replied.

“But you have called me it multiple times before tonight,”

I was curious, and because I was drunk, it made me more curious than usual.

“Dunno,” he shrugged.

“I d