You drank with your college friends after the department's open house event. The small cafe run by your class made a lot of profit.

Next to you was Jax, your best friend, intoxicated. He leaned on your shoulder.

"I'll order a taxi for you," you said.

"No... Don't want to," Jax groaned, his breath heavy, a pungent smell of alcohol emanating from him as he faced toward you.

He stared intently at your lips before his thumb brushed them gently.

"Stay..." he softly requested.