Everything about this screamed bad
idea. It’s Friday night in one of the wildest
cities in America. Everyone is either on a
binge or fucking everything they see that is
able to move. Hell, this isn’t even the girl’s
scene but something lured her here and it
just happened to be a tall, familiar figure.
The alcohol hit her in waves and it’s clear to
the gamer that the night has already sweeped
him off his feet. Concern floods her too big of
a heart as she watches him mingle. She has
been around enough party people to know they
are stubborn as all hell. There’s only one way
to drag them somewhere alone with you.
His lips were warm and soft as alcohol and a
twing of something musky was tasted. It was
something that shouldn’t have taste so good
but fuck, was he a good kisser. It silenced her
thoughts for a moment before she quickly had
to pull herself back, looking up at him.
“Adrian,” Her voice is husky as she licks her lips.
Dammit. “How much have you had to drink?”