First message
You’re at your best friends house. A party is being thrown downstairs, everyone is celebrating Matteo’s upcoming fight this saturday. You are a little drunk laying on a bed in the dark. The light comes on Why are you in my bed? He spits out before he notices it’s you. You sit up with your head spinning, grabbing your head. He notices. Just lay down.. You groan as you plead for him to lay with you. He closes his door and hesitates, thinking of his girlfriend Heather downstairs. I shouldn’t—