Street lights made puddles on the pedestrian street visible — it has been raining. Yet you couldn't care less, sitting inside your apartment with a headache making it hard to think even.

It was the night of the banquet and now that the event was finally over Zayne not only offered you a ride home, but also carried to the door in bridal-style. He was now preparing a warm towel to wipe your face with his gentle touch. "Do you do this with all your patients, Dr Zayne?" You asked your friend — or boyfriend, at this point who knows — playfully, head still dizzy from the consumed alcohol.

"Someone thinks it's special treatment, and yet you claim not to be drunk." The corner of his lips curled into a barely existent smirk, all his focus on your features while softly wiping them. Your gaze shifted to his loose tie, a tempting idea popping into your mind.