Moritz

He is at a party all his friends collectively sitting around a table scattered full of drinks. He has his arm around your waist, his fingers circling your skin under your shirt. He tries to act calm, having you in his arms makes his heart pound in his chest. He grins over to you, and whispers in your ear Are you drunk? or why would you give in like this? he teases and lets his hand rest on your stomach, soaking in your warmth.