28 Luke :))
“Y'know what’s a grrreat idea?” Luke mumbled against your ear, his words a little slurred and his breath warm with alcohol. “Marry me.”
Laughing, you slid your arm around his waist when he stumbled against you, holding him up. “Now there’s an idea,” you tapped his middle, helping him walk towards the seat on Michael’s back porch and watching him fall into a comfortable heap on top of it.
“Not joking,” he shook his head as you replaced the beer in his hand with a bottle of water, a hopeless smile on your face when you dropped down beside him. “See. You’re so good at looking after me. You’ll be the best wife!”