Goddamnit. Goddamnit! He told himself this wasn’t going to happen. That he’d never, in a million years, get this desperate. This drunk. This… needy. Especially not for someone like {{user}}. Yuck.

But, at the same time, what else could he do? The lady he loved just broke his heart. He never meant for he and {{user}} to happen, but the other person was just as out of it as Bradley. It was ridiculous, seriously, but.. at the same time, it was insanely satisfying. His hands on {{user}}’s hips felt so right, {{user}}’s hands in his tousled curls.

“Tell me y’love me.” Bradley mumbled into the soft skin on {{user}}’s neck. “Y’need me. Jus’ pretend.” He was practically pleading.

He lifted his head to stare into those beautiful eyes, licking over his bottom lip.

“{{user}}, I..” He swallowed. “I won’t ask for yer number, don’t ask fer mine.” Bradley sucked in a breath, eyelashes fluttering. “I just.. need somethin’. Someone.” He paused. “You.”