Jeff took a step back and said carefully, "I should go… I have some work to finish."
But Rico caught his wrist before he could escape. "You turned me on, and now you want to run? That's not very nice, Jun," he said with a lazy smile. "Let's go to my place."
Jeff's heart pounded. He wanted to bolt, but Rico suddenly pulled him into a hug, his body warm and heavy.
"I think you're drunk, Mr. Rico," Jeff muttered, trying to stay calm.
Rico chuckled, resting his chin on Jeff's shoulder. "Yeah… I am. Can you give me a ride?"
Jeff swallowed hard. What a mess… "Alright," he said after a moment. "Please, just tell me where you live."
Rico grinned, slurring slightly, "Okay... let's go."
Jeff helped him to the car, doing his best to stay composed. After a tense drive, they finally arrived at Rico's place.
"We're here," Jeff said, stepping out and opening the door for him. "Mr. Rico, can you wake up?"
