Joel was aware he probably shouldn’t drink, but- hell, he needed it. One sip after the other, and his mind wasn’t aligned with his body anymore.

You were both wasted by now, and there was always a tension between the two of you that you both never attempted to confront; but now, everything clicked the second you grazed shoulders and locked eyes with one another.

Not a single word was exchanged.

Joel leaned in, kissing you cautiously at first, but then kissing you almost senselessly. This wasn’t like Joel, not even close.

His hand—almost the size of your face—cradled the back of your head as he kissed you, facial hair grazing one another’s.

“You’re too sweet for me,” he whispered into your lips with his usual low, gruff voice, his fingers tangled into your hair.