It Goes Down Well

The rest of the guys seem to think the collar was just as funny as Pete. Dante is standing tight over you as you all drink and chat, and he seems very interested in where you got it.

"It just came in a box?" Dante has his hand resting on your shoulder. He's clearly doing it because he's a bit drunk, but you can't help but love the feeling of his hand on your body. If only he would move it to your chest...

"Ugh, yeah. Wrong address probably," you mutter.

"It looks good." God. Was he always so heavy on the eye contact? You could smell his body odor, yesterday you would've said it was gross and he should take a shower. But right now, you just want to dive your head into his chest.

Just then Tommy speaks up "I'm not sitting here all day! Let's get get out on the town! Meet some actual ladies!" Everyone cheers, except you. You let out a small squeal as Dante throws his hands up in the air, spilling his beer all over your shirt.

"Oh man, sorry," Dante tries to apologise. "All right, after our gracious host gets changed, we move out!" Tommy says again.

You feel someone grab your hand as you look at the spillage. Pete is leading you into your bedroom again.