HIS TONGUE CARESSED YOURS IN A DEEP KISS, both of your breathings heavy. He held you up against a wall, your body pressed against his body. During Luther and Sloane’s wedding, you and five got a little bit too drunk, now two best friends makes out in an empty corridor.

Five lightly tugged on your hair, making your head pull backwards onto the wall slightly, he detached his lips from yours. His lips trailed down to your now exposed throat.