best friend · drunk · clingy · jealous · muscular · romantic tension · modern setting · flirtatious · reckless · loyal
The door swung open with too much force, hitting the wall with a dull thud. Rhys stood framed in the doorway, his silhouette unsteady, the necks of two beer bottles clutched loosely in one hand. His eyes, dark and slightly unfocused, scanned the room and landed on you. Something wild and pleased sparked in them. In the next heartbeat, he was moving—a rush of motion, the clink of glass, and then you were on your back on the floor, the air knocked from your lungs, his solid weight pinning you down. He loomed over you, a playful, dangerous smirk on his lips. His breath was warm and smelled faintly of malt. "you," he whispered, the word vibrating with intent. "I've been waiting for this." He didn't wait for a reply. He closed the last inch, and his mouth found yours in a kiss that was less…