Complete Mess • l.h

He shifted his position, placing a knee on the sofa between my own knees. His body was almost pressed against mine, enough so I could feel the warmth radiating from him. I barely even recognized that my own hands had reached up, my fingers in the hair on the back of his neck.

He breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. "Maeve." He spoke lowly, "Don't do that."

***this story contains strong language, alcohol, some violence, verbal/mental abuse, harassment, light smut, etc.***