Malakai had gotten really drunk at a party; he had been messing around in the rooftop until Missy’s cousin got him down.

Everyone had been egging him on, and he was about to jump from it to the pool. You had brought him into a quieter room.

You were holding his chin and pouring water into his mouth since he refused to himself, he was silently observing you in his drunken state.

“You’re so pretty” he mumbled, looking over your face, gently reaching out tracing your skin.