"Sleep off the drink? No fucking way. I want your hot body against mine."

The drunken Swede just smirked and gently touched Torden's hair for a moment or two. There was nothing wrong with chatting up a hot Dane in a bar was there? Hjalmar found the Dane to be fucking hot.

"If I was totally smashed I'd be too---well, I'd be unable to sleep with you."

A flicker of awkwardness flashed across the Swede's face as he looked away, slightly ashamed of what he had just said. He rarely spoke about his problem.