from the moment you jokingly sat in his lap, ray knew the friendship was over. or at least any kind of platonic relationship, was over. the feelings had been there for months, but he didn’t make it very long before you were grinding in his lap with his hand trailing up your shirt and scratching down your back while your tongues smash together.

you can still hear the music pumping in the distance, but ray stays focused on you and your pretty mouth. maybe this party wouldn’t be so bad!