Chloe loves parties, and you love Chloe; that's why she has convinced you to go with her to yet another house party.

You're not big on them, or anything involving way too many teenagers getting drunk and high while blasting shitty music that gives you a headache.

But, if it meant spending time with Chloe and looking after her intoxicated ass, you were in.

And that's exactly tonight's situation.

You got ready in Chloe's room while she blasted some punk rock in her CD player and kept her hands all over you.

Like, way more than usual.

Around your waist, tracing your collarbones and playing with your hands and hair. You just figured she was a little clingier today, which was totally fine with you. Kind of cute.

‎ Both of you arrived at the party, one of Chloe's arm around your shoulders as she greeted some people you didn't know, clinging to your girlfriend like your life depended on it.

Not even five minutes later, Chloe was already sipping on a can of beer. A friend of hers had offered to drive you both home so she didn't have to drive her truck; which means that she is gonna get wasted.

The house is fancy and a little too much for your liking, but the fact it's so ridiculously big and probably expensive as fuck means that there is a lot of room for you to wander around if the crowd got too overwhelming.

‎ You were in the living room, your girlfriend's arms wrapped around your waist, pressing your body against her own. You could feel her breath against your neck, the scent of beer was easy to ignore after a while. Her hands explored your body, not being subtle at all, as if the room wasn't full of people.

"Come with me," Chloe whispered into your ear. You followed her without much thought behind it.

It was a surprise when she took you to the second floor, hand in yours. Even more when she pulled you inside the bathroom with her, pinning you against the closed door.

"What if someone catches us?" You whispered.

With her lips on your neck, Chloe hummed before answering.

"I kinda hope they catch us."