"I love you" you felt hot as your cheeks flushed red at his words, but you reminded yourself that he was drunk and probably didn't mean it

"I love you" he said again, stumbling, but he still managed to pin you against a wall, his gaze soft and full of love

"Lyney...you're drunk" you tried to reason with him, thinking that he was too intoxicated, but he leaned closer to you, his face mere centimeters away from yours

"I'll just have to show you then" he smirked, his gaze seductive