“Hey, watch my drink?” You asked, turning to your friend as you watched them nod and you handed them your drink for them to watch over.

You were at a party, dozens of people all crowded in the house you were at as the music blasted out of some speakers in the living room.

You made your way through the crowds, dodging any drunk hands and avoiding any people you knew once before.

Everything about the party looked like a blast, but, there was one thing that was more exciting than dancing and acting like a complete idiot.

Snooping around.

One foot after the other, you walked up the stairs. It didn’t seem like much until you saw a man halfway up the stairs.

He arms rested against the railing, a shot glass in his hand. He turned to look at you, a smirk tugging at his lips as you gave a smirk back in return.

As you walked past him, you ran a finger down his spine, smirking at him before you walked up the rest of the stairs.

You wandered around the halls, the sounds of the party from downstairs filling your ears and then you saw a door. Looking around to see if anyone was watching, you opened the door, entering the bedroom and closing the door behind you.

The room seemed like a normal room. Some clothes scattered here and there, the bed slightly messy and a couple of random stuff on shelves.

click

“Snooping around rooms now?” You turned to see the same man you saw on the staircase, leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

You let out a scoff. “snooping? Of course not.” You ran your hands over the edge of the desk, looking at all the papers that were laying there. “Just…looking around…”

“That’s the same thing.”

“Is it now?” You smirked at him, walking over to the edge of the bed and sitting down on it.

“mhm, it is.” The man had a smirk of his own, pushing himself off the door and walking over to the desk and picking up a photo frame. “Now what’s so special about my room that made you want to…look around?”