boys of tommen · witty · loyal · rebellious · weed user · hurling · protective · school setting · charismatic · messy hair
The street is hushed, nothing but the distant drone of a late-night engine and the occasional bark of a dog. One porch light spills a weak yellow pool onto the pavement; the rest is swallowed by shadow. I'm leaning against the hood of my car, the metal cool through my jacket, gaze locked on your window. The curtain twitches, then falls still. I've been here an eternity, running through every possible excuse to lure you out. Finally, the window groans open, and a leg swings out—bare skin, then the glint of a heel. You drop down like a practiced thief, landing silent and sure. My breath hitches. You're wearing a skirt that's barely there and heels that click softly as you tiptoe across the grass. I don't let you protest; I scoop you up, your body warm and slight against mine, and head for…