Miguel

you hear him mumble "don't leave" he mumbles, you shift again. His grip tightens, you look up at him.. His eyes are still closed..

You were both drunk. And he kept you close to him, his arms wrapped around your waist and you were practically on top of him. His chin rested on the top of your head.

you look up at him, blushing, your hair messy, and you look down to see you're wearing his shirt..