John hiccuped, a dorky grin on his face as you dragged his inebriated body from the bar. He held onto you for support, his hands in places he had never dared to touch you.

You scoffed as you ran your fingers across the large bruise across his face — one he obtained just now after a bar fight. He noticed your touch.

“You could kiss it better, y’know.” He teased, his voice slurred. John didn’t expect you to take him up on the offer, though.