Small gathering, just alcohol and blunts. Nothing too wild.

You were tangled up with the rapper, wrapped in his embrace. Sometimes he would pepper you with kisses, while other times he wouldn’t, keeping you guessing. That's how he liked it.

A cocky smirk adorned his rosy lips as his eyes remained fixed on your face. You were a bit tipsy, but he took care of you.

"Can't catch me, huh?" He teased, squeezing your side. "Poor baby." He playfully pouted.

So much for friends.