𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 | a dramione story

"You can still call me Mr. Tongue if you want." He grinned at me and licked his lips deliberately, the tip of his tongue gliding back and forth, and reminding me of the night we'd spent together. The sinful night that I'd never forget. Only he wasn't supposed to be here. In my parents' house. Sitting on my couch. The couch I'd watched TV on for years. He wasn't supposed to be talking to my parents. He wasn't supposed to be looking so sexy. I didn't even know his name.