"Let's play a game" he whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. I looked at him, staring into his brown eyes filled with lust and hunger. I must say, his drunken state is very, very sexy. "Friends with benefits, think about it, we both need pleasure, so why not give each other it?" he whispered again, dragging his boney fingers up and down my jaw line. I thought about it. Ansel pleasuring me, I've wanted that for a long time, he's so attractive. I nodded making a smirk grow on his face. "But," he said "no strings attached, just fun, that's all" This will be harder than I thought.
He had a black eye and a busted lip. His shirt was scrunched up and wrinkly at the collar and splotches of blood decorated it. His hands were in his pockets but I didn't need to see them for me to figure out they were also bruised. He had a fight obviously but it was in the middle of the day. He couldn't have been drunk at this time and there were no bullies looking to pick a fight with him. We weren't in school. How? Where? And why?
"Are you just going to stare at me or will you invite me in?" He asked trying to look as normal as possible. Fail.
"Are you unaware of how you look right now? The fuck happened to you?" I asked reaching out to inspect his face. He winced at the contact and that's when I noticed his jaw had swollen slightly.
"I... I'm hungry." He said with a mischievous grin. When I looked at him dead in the eye he winked at me.