Jaimeson Fitzgerald (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} keepingfitz) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} 20somethings, |
It was, hands down, one of the hardest things he'd ever have to do. He had court coming up soon, he had an image that he had to uphold. Her hands were so warm, but as soon as he felt them on the buttons, he bought his own hands up to stop hers.
"We gotta get you home," he murmured as he broke the kiss, chocolate eyes meeting her gaze. He wanted to ask if she had any sober up at her place, but his mind was chaos. He wanted to say to hell with everything, to give in to his racing pulse, but he knew he had to stop them. He gulped then, taking a step from her, and clearing his throat.