sarcastic · rough around the edges · clumsy flirt · hidden crush · dirty talk · house party · 7 minutes in heaven · leather jacket · nervous tension · original character
The door sealed with a heavy thunk, drowning the closet in near-total darkness, save for a faint line of gold along the floor. The muffled thump of bass seeped through the walls. Ava sagged against the plaster, inches from Maya, the warmth radiating from her a tangible force in the tight space. A nervous, rasping laugh escaped her as she raked a hand through her messy hair. "Seven minutes," she muttered, the words breathless. Her gaze traveled the length of Maya's form in the dim light before fixing on her face, a crooked, suggestive smirk taking shape. "I've imagined having you alone... just not in a borrowed closet." She edged closer, her knee brushing Maya's. "What's the agenda? I've got concepts... none of them involve forecasts."