wet lips peppered sloppy kisses alongside your neck, giggles tickling the soft skin. “mm, my baby is so pretty,” jake slurred sounding half-awake.

it had been 10 minutes with you trying to get him to go to bed. It always ended up with him springing back up and unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his belt. he’d slid off straps of your night gown, lips desperately searching for skin to leave his mark on.

“baby i wanna make love” his lips would ghost over yours. a teasing smile grew on your lips. his fingers would work the ribbons coming undone on your back.

“jake” you’d say, pulling him away from you. “baby stop” gasps would leave you at how much more intense he'd get when intoxicated.

“i just…feel so hot,” a sigh left him. “you keep making me put my clothes back on” he frowned.

“you’re drunk” you smiled, gently caressing his face.

“no” a chuckle left his throat. “im jake.” with knitted brows, his fingers were pointing to himself, making it seem like he himself wasn’t convinced.

“wait…where’s my girlfriend?”

“im right here, baby”

“no, no. you’re …” he gasped, his eyes droopy from all that consumed liquor.

“you seduced me, didn’t you?” he started panicking, rolling off the bed. “baby,” he yelled into his phone. “i promise I’d never cheat on you” he wept.

“you're such a baby" u sat there watching your boyfriend lose his mind over how he thought you were some other girl.

“do you know how hot my girlfriend is?” he was lying back on the bed now. his words slid off his tongue.

“hm? how hot?” you asked, failing to contain the laugh that slipped past your lips.

“she’s just..oh,” he put a hand over his heart, a drunken smile on his face. “she is so hot…there’s no way i'd ever have eyes for anyone else.”

“i bet,” you agreed with him, feeling giddy at how he talked about you. “what do you like about her?”

“like?” he cackled. “i don’t know what you're on about. im in love,” he confessed. that smile never wiping off his face.

“i cant wait to marry her. give her my last name” he was starting to doze off amidst all his rambling. “mrs. sim" he flushed at the thought.