13: “Kiss me.”
You were wearing a fancy dress, low cut and long, because this cocktail party was supposed to be really important for the case.
Sam had left you to go and mingle, and you were meant to be doing the same, but you never really had the people skills that he did, so you found yourself standing at the bar.
That was, until you caught the barman staring at your chest whenever you looked away.
You sighed, standing up and scanning the crowd for Sam. You saw him standing in the corner, laughing with some other guests, but you could see that he was taking a mental note of what each and every one of them was saying.
You flinched when an unfamiliar hand touched your back.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing alone at a place like this?” a low voice asked, hot breath ghosting over your ear.
You swallowed, quickly walking away from the man as his hand moved dangerously close to the top of your ass.
You got about half way to Sam before another stranger grabbed your hand and tried to get you to dance.
“How is the prettiest one here not already on someone’s arm?” he asked, trying to grind into you.
You subtly kneed him in the groin and raced the last ten metres to Sam.
You put your hand on his arm and he turned around, smiling.
“Hey, Y/N, how’s it-”
“Kiss me,” you interrupted him with a whisper.
“What?” he asked back, turning his back on the people he was talking to.
“People keep looking, touching me, and I need them to think I’m off the market,” you explained, “They won’t try to grope me if they think I’m with you. You’re terrifying.”
“Gee, thanks,” he rolled his eyes, his hand resting at the back of your neck as he leant down to kiss you.
You felt butterflies in your stomach and you had to remind yourself that this was your best friend, and he was just doing it to help you out.
“That good?” he whispered between your mouths.
“Good,” he smiled, kissing you again, “Now which guys do I need to beat up, babe?”