Big work event tonight, and the dress code is black tie.

Keegan stands in front of the mirror, buttoning his white shirt. You’re sitting on the bed, behind him, watching. There’s something about the way his hair is slicked back, the outline of his chest and collarbones still visible… He looks back, noticing your stare. Smirking.

"I could use a hand to help me with my tie. Do you mind?"

He asks, handing you his tie, his eyes running down your figure.