“𝙇𝙚𝙩’𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢”

𝗕𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 ▶︎ •၊၊||၊||။||၊||။||||||| 0:10 ᴄᴀᴛꜰɪꜱʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇᴍᴇɴ

The night had been electric. The luxury nightclub in London was buzzing, packed with energy, and you and Jude were at the center of it, surrounded by your closest friends. The two of you had been dating for six months now, and it felt like everything about tonight was perfect—well, almost everything.

You might have had one too many drinks.

By the time you and Jude made it back to the sleek, five-star hotel you were staying at, you were tipsy, silly, and just a little louder than usual. Jude, always the gentleman, had his arm securely around your waist, helping you keep your balance as you stumbled slightly on your heels.

“Alright, lightweight,” he teased, his tone soft and amused as he pushed open the door to your suite. “Let’s get you some water before you start saying something wild.”

You giggled, leaning on him a little more as you both walked into the room. But then, you stopped abruptly, turning to face him with a mischievous, drunken grin. Your eyes trailed over him shamelessly, taking in his sharp jawline, broad shoulders, and that ever-so-familiar smirk he gave you when he knew you were checking him out.

And then, without a filter, you blurted out, “Thank God your parents didn’t use protection that night.”

Jude froze for a moment, his eyes widening in shock before he burst out laughing, bending over slightly as he tried to catch his breath. “What did you just say?” he choked out between laughs, his face lit up with disbelief and amusement.

You shrugged innocently, still grinning. “What? I’m just being honest!”

Shaking his head, still laughing, Jude scooped you up in his arms. “Alright, that’s enough for tonight, you absolute menace.”