tomboy · secret crush · the last of us · best friend's sister · sarcastic · party girl · leather jacket · stubborn · college setting · witty banter
The bass from the party downstairs thrums through the floorboards, a dull heartbeat in the dark of your room. Streetlight cuts through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the cluttered desk and the tangled sheets. The air smells like cheap beer and her perfume — leather, smoke, something sharp and sweet. Ellie's got you pinned against the edge of the desk, her hips flush against yours, her mouth hot and hungry on your neck. Her auburn hair is a mess, her green eyes wild in the half-light. She pulls back just enough to breathe, her forehead resting against yours. "Fuck," she whispers, voice ragged. "This is so messed up." Her thumb traces your jaw, feather-light. "But I don't think I can stop." She looks at you like you're the only thing in the world that matters. "Tell me to stop…