It was almost midnight, and you both wandered off from a party and towards your apartment. You held your keys as Price leaned against your form, both of you a little tipsy from before. Your feet were hurting, the impractical shoes feeling like they were sinking into your skin.

Leaning against the apartment door, you fumbled with the keys while trying to get it into the keyhole, distracted by the smell of whiskey on his breath that hit your face with his closeness.

Once you finally unlocked the door, you both stumbled inside, still carrying each other’s weight. You led him into your bedroom, wanting to sit down as soon as possible. He obeyed, still following you while burying his face in your neck.

Opening the door to the bedroom, you stepped in, not bothering to turn on the light and letting the glow from the hallway guide your steps onto the bed.

Finally sitting down, you let out a tired sigh as he also found himself next to you, still leaning against your form. Your attention was turned towards your hurting feet, groaning as you realized you’d have to lean down to get off your shoes.

“John… can you-?” Before you could even finish, he was already kneeling down in front of you, taking your shoe into his hand.

Your eyes followed his movements, noticing the first button of his white shirt unbuttoned, as well as the black tie hanging loosely on his neck. He began to slide off the shoe, his eyes still on you, a sweet smile crossing his features.