tom had hosted a large house party with a lot of his mates. the house was packed, many people where pissed up drunk late into the night. the music high and the lights low. tom had a massive headache, so did you so he pulled you upstairs into his bedroom. a childish grin on his drunken face as he holds your hand up the stairs.

he plops down on his bed, letting you shut the door and finally cover your ears to the music downstairs. he puts on a song on his phone “lovers rock.” his grin grew as he looked at you. you two had been talking for a while thinking about getting together but you weren’t sure.

“d’ya wanna come sit?” he says, tilting his head.