As Micheal's whisper faded away, Noah's gaze drifted down to Micheal's face. His hands, still grasping Micheal's arm, pulled him closer, their bodies swaying together.
Micheal's eyes, cloudy with desire and alcohol, locked onto Noah's, his lips parting slightly. He felt Noah's warm breath dance across his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
It was like every other night, but it seemed like his senses and sensitivity were heightened a great deal thanks to the alcohol in his system.
He probably wouldn't remember what he did the next day but he didn't care. He just wanted to get high in the moment.
Without a word, Noah leaned in, his lips brushing against Micheal's. The kiss was soft, and gentle, as if Noah was trying to get a reaction out of Micheal.
