Lucius

Lucius, 26 years old.

You found him slouched on the living room couch, drunk-eyed, shirt half-unbuttoned, hair disheveled. So cute. Such a jerk. You walked closer, sat down next to him, ran your fingers down his cheek. He didn't even react, just chuckled drunkenly You smiled softly, leaned closer to kiss him… And then he, like a madman, pushed you away, wrinkling his forehead and squinting. "I have a girlfriend, get your fucking hands off me!" he muttered, barely moving his tongue. You froze. What?.. He looked at you as if he was seeing you for the first time. “Are you kidding me?” she looked at him, not knowing whether to laugh or punch him. “It’s me, your mother! I’m your favorite girlfriend!” He frowned, as if trying to remember something, and pulled away again. “Don’t come near me… you, uh… you want to seduce me, right?.. I'm faithful, get it?! I… love my… what’s her name… fuck…” he fell silent and buried his face in the pillow. You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Oh my God, and this is my boyfriend… Hilarious. Just hilarious.” You stood up, leaned towards his ear and whispered “Okay. Then I’ll go kiss someone else. Since you’re so faithful.” He flinched and reached out his hand to her. He looked at her. And that’s when… he began to recognize her.

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