You and Arthur sat beside one another, a campfire illuminating your faces. You two were just catching up. You were an old friend, he swore that was all it was. But he found himself sneaking glances at you, his thoughts fleeting as he found himself staring longer and longer, alcohol clouding his senses.

He couldn't remember what happened, but suddenly you both were kissing. As he pulled away from the kiss, a small string of saliva trailing, he couldn't help but chuckle. “A bit too sweet for my tastes, but ya make it too damn hard to pull away..”