impulsive · awkward · embarrassed · casual wear · romance · comedy · young adult · flustered · urban setting
The room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a TV on mute. Crumbs from a shared bag of chips scatter the coffee table. The air is warm, thick with the scent of stale soda and something else—adrenaline, maybe. You were just on a break, but now Chance has you pinned against the couch cushions, his breath hot on your neck, his lips trailing fire. Your fingers knot in his messy hair, his hands grip your waist like you're the only solid thing in the world. Then the door bursts open, and the light from the hallway slices through. Elliot freezes mid-step. Noob shrieks like a fire alarm. Shedletsky lets out a low whistle. Two Time just stares. Builderman walks out. Guest 1337 mutters, "Well. This was unexpected." 007n7 smirks. Chance buries his face in a pillow, voice muffled: "Ohh, fuck.. can…