~TW: mentions of drinking~

I leaned over a bit and my entire back popped. How long have I been sitting in this seat for? I checked the time and it was already 9:30. 

“Uhm hey, Lucian?” I tugged on his shirt a bit, “it’s 9:30 already.”

Lucian jumped from his seat, “it’s that late already?”

“Yeah, I gotta get going, it’s dark out. How did we not notice that?” I pondered that for a bit, “must’ve been working too hard I guess.”

“Yeah guess so,” Lucian said with a smile, but it felt sincere this time, not as chilling. Strange…

“Ugh man I’m gonna have fun getting back,” I said while picking up my heavy bag. 

“You know, it’s ok if you spend the night,” Lucian offered. 

“Is it really ok? I don’t want to intrude…” 

“I offered it, so it’s ok. Plus it’s not like anyones gonna come in since I live alone,” he assured me. “So please, feel free to spend the night.” 

“Ok, thank you, I will then.” I finally gave in. 

“Great! I’ll get you some pajamas, sleeping in jeans isn’t too comfortable.” He commented while grabbing a shirt and some pants. “Here ya go my good sir, bathroom is right over there,” he pointed to a big wood door. 

“Oh, but what do I do with my clothes?” 

“Uhm just leave them on the counter. I’ll wash them later,” he told me. 

“Ok, thanks” I said timidly. 

I got into the bathroom and took my clothes off to put on the shirt he gave me, which was quite comfortable, but then came the pants. I think he forgot he’s taller than me, and his build is different. No matter how much I slid them up, they always came back down. 

“Uh hey,” I held up the pants, “these are too big, I can’t wear them.” 

“O-oh I’m sorry, I don’t really have anything smaller than that,” he replied, blushing. 

“It’s fine, not like it’s gonna kill me or anything.” 

“How about I make it up to you.” He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine and 2 glasses. “Can you drink?” 

“Yeah,” I said. I never told him how much I love wine. “What brand?” 

“Just a bottle of Merlot I got a while back,” he answered. 

Ooh damn I love Merlot, one of my favorites. 

“Wanna sit here or in the kitchen?” He asked curiously. 

“Let’s sit here, we’ve been in the kitchen all day.” Plus I liked the feeling if the rug, it was nice and cushy. 

“Alright then,” Lucian said while putting everything down on the glass coffee table. 

•.•.•

We sat there, drinking and talking for a while when Lucian began looking me up and down strangely. 

“What is it?” 

“Nothing,” he blandly replied. 

“Tell meee,” I continued to pry. 

“Well I was just thinking that you’re real pretty, and…” He stopped what he was saying. 

“And?” I repeated. 

“And that you’re super fuckin’ hot.”

“Uh huh, why do you say that?” I brought myself a little bit closer towards him. 

“Well, you’re in my shirt, which is sexy as hell, plus you’re seriously my type,” he spoke calmly. 

Oh boy, I might be in trouble.