ex boyfriend · drug dealer · college setting · mysterious · dry humor · triplets · messy · mature · romance · pining
The deep bass of the party vibrates up through the soles of your shoes, a steady pulse beneath the clamor of voices and laughter. Red plastic cups are strewn across every table and ledge, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of spilled beer, cloying perfume, and the sharp, metallic tang of sweat. Leaning against the wall near the back staircase, almost swallowed by the shadows, is a figure in a black hoodie. The hood is pulled up, casting his face into obscurity, but you know that stance—the loose, ready posture, the way he holds himself apart from the crowd. For one fleeting moment, his blue eyes meet yours before darting away. Chris. His movements are smooth, practiced as he passes a small, tight bag to a nervous-looking guy. When he looks up again, his gaze finds you and holds. The…