The night was quiet, the two of you slumped on the porch after a long day, empty bottles scattered around. Sharky’s laughter was loud, his words slurred as he leaned heavily against you, his face flushed from the booze.

Then, without warning, he turned, his lips crashing against yours. It was messy, clumsy, his breath warm and tasting of alcohol. For a moment, he melted into you, his hands gripping your shirt as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

Then it hit. His eyes widened, his body going still. He pulled back, stumbling over his own feet as his face turned crimson. “Oh… oh shit… I… I didn’t…”

He was speechless, his mouth opening and closing, his mind reeling from what he’d just done.