You had seen him at a party. Anthony Bridgerton, viscount of the Bridgerton family. You thought you had seen all of him, since you had known him since childhood. Boy, were you wrong.

He had been drunk for the last hour. Drowning his thoughts in cheap wine, which you didnt know he was physically capable of drinking. After he was too drunk to walk, you used your judgement and decided to walk him back to his room. You didn't know you'd be staying as well.

He was kissing you feverishly, your tongues tangling, battling for control. He moaned and pulled back,

"o-oh..goodness, mmm, fuck.." he looks up at you, giving you the cutest look he can muster. "I need you.. so bad.."