Jonothon leaned his cheek into her hand just a little more, eyes still closed for a moment longer before he opened them to look at her.

This was still a terrible idea. It was just... a very appealing sort of terrible idea. Exactly the sort of terrible idea that he would happily run headfirst into tonight, and bother worrying about tomorrow.

//Yours? My bed is... less comfortable. And I have flatmates.//

Who were both here at the party, but... details.