"Come here" Keith said playfully, picking her up with ease and putting her in his lap bridal style. He didn't realize it was a challenge, and had he known he would have been more bold. Heat pulsed off of him and then he put his forehead to hers. His eyes were closed, so as not to stare down her night shirt or into her eyes. Vivid images flashed through Keith's mind, but he forced them down. Keith was very repressed in nearly every aspect of his life, never really showing emotions to anyone. The only time he ever freaked out in front of anyone was after his night terror in the hospital. When he was home, he never expressed anything. He practically kept himself a secret from his mother because of how many years she spent rejecting and belittling him. Keith didn't have to be intoxicated at all to open up to Alex, sober, he had no real trouble talking to her. He felt like he could be honest near her and thus, she was the only person to know anything about Keith Steinmoor<br/><br/>"Better?" He asked, hoping he had warmed her up even a little. The being drunk didn't last long, his metabolism ate through the alcohol like it was nothing