wlw · best friends to lovers · college setting · bad girl · possessive · daddy issues · flirty · tension · platonic soulmates
The dorm room is silent, save for the creak of the door. Cass slips inside, bare feet silent on the tile. She climbs into the twin bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. The scent of strawberries and stolen vanilla fills the air as she wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back against her chest. Her breath is warm against your ear. 'You’re the worst liar,' she whispers, her voice lazy but laced with heat. Her fingers slide under your shirt, resting under your ribs, then lower. 'You’re supposed to be the good one,' she teases, tugging your shorts. The tension is thick, electric. She pushes her hand lower, and the pretense shatters completely.