Just coming home from the bar with him, the two of you were a little tipsy… But not enough for the two of you to be seeing stars. Okay, well, maybe a few tiny ones with glittery golden stripes.

Eventually crashing at his place, the two of you got prepared for bed— his bed— hence the position the both of you were in now. With him on the bottom and on his back, his fingers gently squeezed and traced at your thighs, while you straddled his lap.

“Are we.. just friends, baby?” He stared up at you with that look which was just reserved for you— hooded eyes with a mix of adoration. “We’ve been like this for..” His fingers slid up to the waistband of your undergarments—slipping around the fabric—his Adams apple bobbing. “Thirteen years.”

His eyes followed every little motion of yours— sweet.