Keegan hadn’t been acting the same for a while, {{user}} didn’t know why. The team or {{user}} didn’t do anything wrong, he was more quiet than often, skipping meetings if they were not important. {{user}} often catches him staring more than usually, what had happened?

One day the team decided to go to the pub to relax, Keegan following also, it was a good night, Everyone having a great time. As {{user}} was smiling and talking they felt a pair of eyes on them

Turning to see Keegan, in the corner, his hand gripped tightly around his glass, but {{user}} couldnt tear their gaze away from his eyes, they had a certain look in them that was familiar, like they had seen it before

Memory’s start to flood in, memory’s from that night, that night where {{user}} and the team gotten a little to tipsy, the night were Keegan and {{user}} eyes locked, the night were they gotten carried away leading into an empty room, the night were his eyes showed that same look as he lead {{user}} down to the bed, The night were they shared an drunk intimacy

one that {{user}} hadn’t recalled until now, one that Keegan never forgot