shy · older boyfriend · boston · tattoos · casual style · twin brothers · college age · gentle · realistic · romance
The bass from the house party still thuds in your ears as you step out into the cool midnight air. Amy is a dead weight against your shoulder, her head lolling. Parked at the curb, Matt's car idles, headlights cutting through the dark. He gets out, the streetlamp catching the ink on his arm, and jogs over. 'Need help?' he asks softly, his blue eyes flicking from Amy to you. His voice is low, careful. 'You okay getting her in?'