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I grip my arm tightly around Roger's small waist as he had basically fallen out of my car and now I am trying to help his posture as I'm assisting him with walking forward. His legs are very wobbly and I can't help but watch them cautiously in case of any moment he was to fall. Luckily the whole kiss is off my mind now, I can now be distracted by taking care of Roger and dragging him to my apartment.
Roger moves his head to bury his nose in my neck and soon begins to giggle obnoxiously. His hot breath hits my neck repetitively and the tingles won't even threaten to stop. And then I realize that it's night time and probably most people are sleeping. "Roger-" I whisper, pushing his head away from mine as I finally see my room door coming closer and closer.
"What is it... Bri pie?" He says between hiccups. I cringe at the nickname and finally stop at the door and try fishing out my key from my back pocket. "Relax, alright?"
I finally feel the key and pull it out, but in the moment of relief, Roger skins his body all the way towards me and wraps his arms fully around my torso. It feels like I can hardly even fucking breathe.
"How can I relax when you're holding me like this?"This is bad.
This is really bad.I nudge him away slightly so I can unlock the door then soon turn the knob quickly and push the door open all the way so I can drag him inside.
He starts speaking in a slurred tone again, but I block it out intentionally to try to focus on getting him across the hallway and into the living room. We finally arrive and I try to gently sit Roger on the sofa. He grabs my arms and quivers his lip with sad eyes up at me, "No! I don't wanna sit-"
He puts all his pressure on his arms attempting to stand up so I move close enough to move my legs against his knees to give him no room and I push even harder so he can get down. My arms shake, fighting his strength. He's a lot stronger than he looks and I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. At this moment it is definitely a bad thing.
"Roger, please," I grunt, and finally losing the battle Roger somehow stands up to my body so that they are pressed together awkwardly and Roger begins to taunt me by laughing hysterically. I bite my lip as hotness rushes to my ears and Roger wraps his arms around my torso into a bear hug and starts rocking me back and forth.
How ridiculous this whole situation is causing me to grin shortly for a moment and I laugh a bit trying to gently nudge him off of me so I can start sobering him up to possibly get him home tonight... his boyfriend has to be worried.
His boyfriend.Even the slight smile I had disappears out of nervousness of how close he is now, being that we only met hardly even a week ago and he's so attached... while this shouldn't be happening. I shouldn't be feeling something, but my heart can't help but to speed and I feel butterflies.
"Aww, see? You love hugging me!"
I bite my lip and at last, I watch him collapse completely back down onto the sofa with a grunt and I watch as he holds his head with some pain on his face. I quickly though squat down to make sure he's fine and I rest ahead on his forehead, oddly warm as if he's sick. I have already noticed how red Roger is, especially along his cheeks and jawline. He drops his hand and peers up at me with big eyes and another small hiccup falls from his lips. I can't help myself from directly staring at them from time to time.
"Yooooou're handsome." He slurs, his eyelids dropping barely enough for him to be able to fully see me.I can't help but grin at his drunk compliment, even knowing it probably has no meaning whatsoever. Real Roger would never give me a compliment out of the blue. I know that straight off the bat.
My hand falls from his head and I tuck in my bottom lip, "Uhm- thank you... I uh-" I stop for a moment staring at Roger who licks his lips very slowly with a creepy smirk, and now I know I have to get the fuck out.
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Flick of the Wrist ↠Maylor↞✔
RomanceEverything Roger did, his eyes were always glued to his wrist, where it was supposed to spell out the name of his soulmate. It was the case for everyone he knew, but why was he focusing so hard on a simple outline of black ink? It was something that...