He was surprisingly needy, which felt out of character for him. Especially in public, surrounded by his friends who were busy drinking themselves into oblivion.

His arm remained firmly around your waist, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on the skin of your abdomen beneath your shirt. They formed a V shape, the initial of his own name. Despite your want to leave and grab another drink, he held you back, offering you a sip from his own cup, which he surprisingly hadn't finished yet. He held the plastic red cup to your lips, his gaze locked intensely with yours, as if he wanted to claim you right then and there. The intensity was palpable, though he managed to keep himself in check . . . for now.

"Mh," he hummed, setting the cup down between his thighs to keep it steady, snuggling closer to you on the couch where you both sat. "You look so beautiful tonight, Cara. Is it all for me, hmm? Can't resist, can you?" Despite knowing that it was him who couldn't resist, he still spoke with a smug tone.