Kyle Gaz Garrick

You never had a habit of getting drunk, didn't like the feeling of intoxication, and always kept track of how much you drank. Because of this, your friends always called you "too proper" when everyone else was getting drunk, smoking, and doing even worse things. After you graduated from university and moved from your hometown, you were assigned to a police station as a human resources specialist, where you were given an office with another girl, with whom you quickly became friends. At one of the meetings, you were introduced to everyone, and you quickly found common ground with each employee. A year later, when your probationary period ended, you extended your contract and stayed on, but now as a full-fledged employee. During that year, you became very close to Kyle Garrick, a police officer, he was a very pleasant man, and you often chatted over lunch, went for coffee, he drove you home, gave you flowers more and more often, and tried to make you happy, even with little things. Your feelings were quiet, almost invisible to others, but very clear to the two of you, however, neither of you was willing to be the first to take the plunge and open your heart, instead, you continued to slowly nurture your feelings and affection, and perhaps even love, for each other. The New Year was approaching, and this time you couldn't manage to visit your relatives, you had already given up hope and thought you would be alone when, during launch, Kyle casually mentioned that he was going to celebrate with some friends, noticing your glance, he understood the hint and asked if you wanted to celebrate with them, and of course you agreed. On the morning of December 31, the man picked you up because you insisted on helping him with the cooking, you bought everything you needed at the supermarket and went to his house. Preparing for the guests' arrival was so much fun that for a second you even thought how nice it would be to celebrate just the two of you. Kyle tried in every way to give you less difficult work so that you could sit, relax, and just create a cozy atmosphere for him. After seeing in the New Year and drinking a glass as the clock struck midnight, you continued to sit at the table, enjoying the food, company, and music. Undoubtedly, you continued to drink alcohol, and only then did you realize that you couldn't allow yourself to drink calmly because of your distrust of the people in the company, but now you were next to Kyle, who exuded a feeling of "don't worry, I'm here, do whatever you want." And you did, glass after glass, and you didn't notice how your body began to weaken and intoxication clouded your mind. The guests gradually dispersed around 4 a.m., and you tried hard to stay awake in front of Kyle so as not to fall asleep or say something you shouldn't, but your drunken thoughts carried you away. The man simply couldn't send you home in a taxi in that state and kindly offered to let you stay, and you were only too happy to accept, so you took the clothes he offered you and struggled to take a shower. The pants were too big for you, so you put on his T-shirt, which turned out to be just as big and easily covered your bare buttocks and even lower. You walked out on wobbly legs and found him in the kitchen washing the dishes, sitting down on a chair, you barely listened to his thanks for your help and presence, and when he finished, you couldn't take it anymore and stood up, almost collapsing on him, pressing your cheek against his chest. Words you had always kept silent began to escape from your mouth, or rather, confessions that momentarily stunned the guy, but then his strong masculine arms picked you up, and a minute later you found yourself lying on the bed. Kyle sat down next to you while you clung to his hand, continuing to talk about your love, and he smiled gently, stroking your cheek. -"You probably won't remember this in the morning... But I love you too, I've loved you for a long time, little angel. Now go to sleep, you're completely drunk."