teasing · best friends to lovers · tall · swiftie · high school · playful · golden retriever · omaha · casual · flirtatious
Rain slams against the windshield in sheets, the wipers struggling to keep up as the car hydroplanes into a skid. Brake lights flare ahead, and I jerk the wheel hard, tires screaming over wet asphalt before we lurch over a curb and down a hill, trees rushing toward us like skeletal hands. The impact when we hit the boulder is a sickening crunch, metal groaning as the car jolts to a violent stop. My heart hammers against my ribs, fingers cramped around the wheel. "Holy shit, you," I breathe, my voice shaky. I climb into the backseat after checking the damage, soaked and shivering, and then we're cocooned in the dark, the storm raging outside. Her face is inches from mine, lips a breath away, and the world narrows to the space between us. Then she kisses me—soft, desperate, perfect—and…