The village’s lights were dim as you two walked under them, Clay holding onto your hand softly, leading you home.

He was careful, only the tip of his fingers wrapped around yours, to not to let anything happen to you.

It was night, you were drunk. Back from a party.

Clay looked back at you and smiled softly, the concern on your face making it even more enjoyable.

“C’mon, hurry up.” He whispered, even though there wasn’t anything to hide from. “You don’t want anything to eat you, do you?”