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(ok so i proofread this like once and its late so im SORRY if theres any errors)

"Do you want me to come in?"

"Do I what?"

"Come inside. Do you want - I mean can I - can I come inside?" He said stumbling over his words. Should you let this random person into your apartment? Someone you've only known for about 3 hours? It was risky, and potentially dangerous. But the intimidating aura he gave off wasn't scary, it was more... attractive in a way.

"Damon... how long have we known each other?"

"Well, I mean only a few hours but -" the way he looked at you, the slight smile, is what made you give in.

"Ya come inside. Take your shoes off though" You said walking through the door. You took off your bag and shoes at the door, hanging it up. He walked in and you could see him looking around your rather messy apartment. You went to close the door and found yourself inches away from each other. He was looking down at you and you stood there for a minute after closing it. You pulled back and walked to the kitchen, turning some lights on.

"So did you want anything? We've got tea, coffee, wine-"

"oh wine definitely"

"red or white?"

"couldn't care less. surprise me, any wine is good wine." he said while taking his jacket off.

He walked over to your piles and piles of unorganized records. Some were stacked, which you knew were horrible for vinyls, some were leaning against each other, a couple out of their cases and spread along the carpet. "Nice system you have." he managed to say through his laughter. He dropped to his knees and began looking through all your records.

"Yeah I've been collecting them for quite a while, I've gotta start getting them in order. It's become quite a mess hasn't it?" you said while grabbing two glasses from the cupboard above the sink. You got a bottle of wine and poured out two glasses. Was it really the best idea to get drunk in your apartment with a total stranger, probably not. But fuck it, might as well live a little bit.

You placed the glasses on the coffee table and sat next to him. He was picking out records and having you hold them, records he wanted to listen to.

He picked out some album of Christmas music, jazz-y Christmas music.

"Really? Of all these albums and you're choosing Christmas? You do realize it's October?"

You both laughed and he put it in the record player. He leaned back and grabbed the glass of wine from the table and started talking to you again. Two more hours pass and you've already drank a bottle and a half of wine, so you're both not drunk but a little bit tipsy. By this time it's almost midnight, and he finally gets up. You get up with him, and you're standing a few feet apart.

"Well I better get going then huh? Nearly twelve." He said placing the empty glass on the table.

"Oh yeah I guess so." You said as you put your glass on the table too. You looked at each other for a minute before you walked over to the front door and leaned against it. He stood in front you putting his shoes and jacket on. His bag was sitting right next to the door, which would require him leaning right next to you to pick it up. He went to grab it and his face was just a couple inches from yours. He lingered there for a moment before bringing his face in front of yours. You could smell the wine on him and faintly, his cologne. You looked at each other before he said to you almost whispering

"You're in front of the door."

The way he said it nearly paralyzed you, and you wanted to say something but nothing came out. He let out a little bit of a sigh and dropped his bag from his hands. One hand slowly went to your waist and around your back, the other resting on the door. You instinctively bucked your body forwards against him and he rested his head along your shoulder, pulling you closer and tighter to him. Your arm went around his neck and had his hair through your fingers. He pushed you against the door, catching you off guard a little bit with how roughly he did, and started breathing against your neck. His lips barely touching your skin. His hands were both on your body now, one of them under your shirt a little bit touching your bare back and sides. He started lightly kissing your neck and let out a sigh.