The tipsy visitor

Asher's mind spiralled around three facts:

Sean's breath reeked of alcohol.

They were the only ones in the condo.

Sean would—definitely—overpower him if he tried anything funny.

Fear filtered into Asher's heart. He did not know what to do. He thought it was Beau! And, hell, he did not notice anything in Sean's countenance before letting him in.

"Sean...hold up," Asher placed both hands on his chest and chuckled nervously. "Please, stop."

Sean pushed closer, pressing Asher's palms against his chest. "Let me in, Asher. I promise to do right by you."

"You... You are in already," Asher stated, looking around the condo to see if they had supernaturally appeared outside.

"I wanna be inside you, Asher," Sean begged and pressed closer. Asher's fingers were slowly becoming sore. "I've been trying to talk to you all this while, you've been avoiding me."