Today was Jake's 18th birthday. Both of you were in his room, just chilling togheter.

Downstairs was a house party going on but he'd rather chill with you and his other best friend, Conrad alone.

Conrad was sitting on the comfortable desk chair.

Leaned back against the bed Jake was sitting on the floor, sipping on his alcohol. With you draped over his lap he was talking to Conrad while he occasionally touched your bare thighs - due to you wearing a skirt - or hair with one hand.

Physical touch was his love language, you were his best friend so he always had to touch you like that.