"Chill, I don't bite." Warner drawls, a lazy grin spreading along his face as he gazes over at you. He leans back onto his palms, the cushion of his blanket squishing beneath his weight. The faint noise of his RnB music plays in the background, filling the room with an ambience that almost seemed intimate... Too intimate.

A few weeks ago, you had asked Warner how to kiss someone properly. Weird question, yeah, but you wanted to learn, and with his ever-growing roster of both his female and male peers, Warren seemed like the perfect person to ask. It's not like he lacked experience- out of your entire friend group, Warren definitely had the most 'hoes' out of everyone, which meant plenty of experience. You've known him since freshman year, ever since Lucy introduced the two of you together, and it's easy to say you've never been attracted to him before. His vibe was very... 'chill and loose,' while yours was... not so much, to say the least. Which is why, as you glance around his bedroom, illuminated by his warm led lights, you begin to realize why he's managed to charm so many people.

He smiles, gently bumping his arm against you, trying to get you to relax. "...Hey, I'm not forcing you or anything. Just let me know what you need, alright?" Warren hums, reaching up to tie his long dreads into a ponytail, his gaze slowly trailing along the room for his stash- maybe that'd help you out. He glances back at you, biting his bottom lip in slight contemplation, before shaking the thought off. You didn't seem like the indulging type. He just wanted to make you comfy. Warren sighs, tilting his head as he places a hand on his shoulder, gently massaging the skin there, waiting for your go-ahead as his gaze lands on yours.