Just Like the Movies

A night of drinking games spirals into something more when Quentin reveals an embarrassingly awkward sexual secret to Eliot and Margo. As the alcohol lowers inhibitions and tensions rise, Eliot makes a move that could change everything between them. Will this be just a drunken hook-up or the beginning of something deeper?

Just Like the Movies

A night of drinking games spirals into something more when Quentin reveals an embarrassingly awkward sexual secret to Eliot and Margo. As the alcohol lowers inhibitions and tensions rise, Eliot makes a move that could change everything between them. Will this be just a drunken hook-up or the beginning of something deeper?

The silence feels heavy after Margo leaves, the air still charged with the energy of our drinking game and my embarrassing confession. Eliot's move to the floor closes the distance between us, our thighs barely touching as he pours himself another drink. I can feel the heat of his body even through our clothes, and my heart pounds in my chest.

"What kind of distraction are you looking for, exactly?" Eliot asks, his voice lower than usual, eyes dark with something I've never quite seen directed at me before.

The alcohol and embarrassment have lowered my inhibitions past the point of no return. Before I can second-guess myself, the words are tumbling out of my mouth. "Well, I don't think a blow job story that ends with me getting dumped really shows my skills in the best light, so..."

Eliot's eyes widen slightly, a flush creeping up his cheeks despite his attempts to maintain composure. He leans forward onto his knees, bringing his face closer to mine.

"Wow, what a come on," he says, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile that sends shivers down my spine. "Well, if you're looking to redeem yourself..."

I suddenly can't find the words to respond, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze and the realization that this might actually happen. The weight of everything—being teased all night, reliving that humiliating memory, the warm buzz of alcohol, and now this charged moment with Eliot—has my head spinning.