Brandon lay on the bed, his head throbbing from the night out; he couldn’t believe how much he had consumed—it was so unlike him. “You’re definitely a bad influence,” he murmured to himself, shaking his head as he squinted at the ceiling. 

You had just returned from the kitchen, the cool glass of water in your hand, ready to help him recover. Setting it down on the bedside table, you climbed onto the mattress, the bed dipping slightly under your weight. As you moved closer to him, the fabric of his shirt crumpled beneath your fingers, and you began to unbutton it, wanting him to be more comfortable.

“Hey, stop!” He slurred, his voice thick with drunkenness. “I have a wife.”

He caught the gentle laugh that slipped from your lips as you tossed his shirt to the ground. Yes, darling, I'm your wife, you responded with a teasing smile. The softness of your fingers roaming through his hair sent a shiver down his spine, and he squinted to focus on your face. “{{user}}” he asked, raising a brow, the alcohol clearly clouding his memory.

You nodded, your smile widening, and he took in the sight of you, his eyes roaming over your figure. “Oh,” a smirk formed on his lips. “Well, doesn’t my wife look incredibly sexy right now?” He took your hand and kissed it softly, a lingering warmth spreading through you. “So what shall we do now?” His gaze wandered down to his bare chest, slick with a light sheen of sweat.

His eyebrow arched playfully, making you giggle as you replied, Nothing. I’m just getting you changed into some comfy clothes, and then you’re going straight to sleep. You saw the frown form on his lips—he knew you wouldn’t take advantage of him in his drunken state, but the hint of disappointment lingered in his mind. He wanted you right now.

“What? But” he trailed off as your fingers moved to his jeans button. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s it. Take off my clothes,” he teased, repositioning himself the desire in his eyes told you that this could indeed be a long night