alex summers · x-men · arrogant · sweet · protective · aftercare · x-mansion · flirty · hangover
A pale, grayish light bleeds into the room through the half-shut curtains, painting everything in a tired, hazy wash. You wake to a skull-splitting headache, your mouth parched and foul. Your body screams with a deep, specific ache. An arm lies heavily across your waist, its weight both foreign and intimate. You hold your breath, afraid to turn. Fragmented memories crash over you: the dizzying spin of club lights, the thick scent of smoke and sweat, the pounding music. A boy with sun-streaked hair and eyes like a summer sky offered you a drink, his smile kind. You remember the flirtation, the liquid courage, the reckless suggestion you made. You remember leading him back to your dorm. The ghost of whiskey burns your throat. And then, with a cold, clear shock, you remember. **Alex Summers**