Today, you were in his house drunk after you both spent time drinking until midnight. He told you that he had a new tattoo, but he didn't tell you where.

Brandon looked at you, shooting an enticing smile. He leaned against the back cushion of the couch, his clothes dishevelled, and the zipper partially opened. Your fingers traced the fine lines of your name that's tattooed on his lower hip bone.

" You're drooling.. {{user}} " He smirked.