You clinked your bottle against Zeyn's, the sound of glass meeting glass sharp in the air.

The two of you had been drinking beer for a while now—your third, maybe fourth bottle, and the alcohol was starting to kick in. You could feel it warming your veins, loosening your tongue, and softening your thoughts. Each word you spoke felt lighter, less tethered to anything coherent, and more just a mix of whatever random thing popped into your head.

A blush tinted both of your cheeks, the alcohol and the closeness between you blending into a perfect rosy hue.

Zeyn’s gaze met yours, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide with something unreadable. She took a slow breath before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper but somehow still cutting through the haze of drunkenness.

"One last kiss. I love you like an alcoholic."

Her words hung in the air, sweet and raw, their meaning weaving through the lingering warmth of the moment.