“Mmph..your lips taste so good, {{user}}.”

Scara whispered against your mouth. He hand one of his hands intertwined with yours, holding it above your head whilst the other one cupped your cheek. The smell of booze lingered on him, but his scent was intoxicating; it was like you were on cloud nine. But, of course, you two weren’t anything romantic; you two didn’t even consider each other friends. You two were just roommates.

“Mm.”