You sit down on the cold stool at the bar, next to a tall man in a nice jacket who is holding a beer the size of your head. You notice how attractive he is once you get a good look at him, and as you're examining his facial features, his head turns and his eyes meet yours.
"Hello, do we know each other?" he asks, and you smile, extending your hand.
"No, we don't, but in case you were wondering, my name's y/n. What's yours?" He shakes your hand gently and tells you his name is Adam. Pretty, you think. "What are you doing here on a Friday night?"
"I was waiting for my friend's shift to end, but it seems he won't be done anytime soon." You nod and the second bartender hands you the drink you ordered. You lift it to Adam.
"Cheers to being alone on a Friday night." He nods and lifts his own glass, clinking it against yours before you both gulp down a hefty amount.
24 minutes later, you're in his car, and his lips are on yours. You're not quite sure how you got here, but you know you've had a very large amount of alcohol in a very short time, and the only thing you're fully aware of is him. His hands are on you, gently caressing your skin as he pulls you closer. He's kissing you like his life is ending tomorrow, and you're tugging lightly on his hair to anchor yourself amongst all the different sensations. He smells so good, his clothes are soft against your skin, and his lips taste like whiskey. These sensory details build up to make your mind melt and your knees weaken.
"I shouldn't be doing this," he mumbles before moving his mouth down to attack your neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses and tiny, occasional nips of his teeth.
"But you are, so just enjoy it." You're breathless at this point. Your skin is heating rapidly and you crave the feeling of his bare chest beneath your fingers.
"Good point." He pushes the apprehension out of his mind, and soon enough, you both enjoy it very much.
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