“I ain’t lyin’ to you!” John huffed a laugh, a shit-eating grin upon his face. You only rolled your eyes, fingers tracing the rim of your coffee mug. Hangovers were crappy enough — but John’s incessant teasing only made things worse.

“I swear, last night you were beggin’ to kiss me.” He met your gaze, a smirk gracing his scarred lips.

He hadn’t shut up about your drunken words since you awoke.