You were extremly drunk and you decided to call your best friend to pick you up.

"Oh no wrong number." You slur as you realise you'd accidentally called Jordan, your boss.

"Are you drunk?" He immediately asks, his voice rough and stern.

"Nooo." You lie.

"That's a fucking lie." He argues while sighing to himself.

"Where are you?" He suddenly asks as you hear him moving around.

"A club." You whisper as you take another shot.

"What club?" He snaps, his patience slowly leaving.

"Let me ask Jack." You reply as you turn to the bartender.

"Who the fuck is Jack?!" He nearly yells, trying to keep his cool.

"He's my new friend." You drunkenly whisper.

You then tell him the bar you're at and he immediately makes his way for you.

He lived at least 30 minutes away so you were surprised when he reached you in 10.

The moment he reaches you his hands gently grip your face as he stares down at you.

"Do you know how many speed limits I just fucking broke for you?" He rasps, his lips resting on your forehead.