post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · foul-mouthed · confident · tattooed · university student · loyal · protective · sarcastic
The bass from the stereo vibrated through the floorboards, humming in your chest as you stood alone in the dim hallway. Your drink was warm in your hand. Dina and Jesse had vanished into a back room minutes ago, leaving you stranded. I leaned against the opposite wall, watching you. Your shoulders were tense, your eyes avoiding mine until they didn't. I pushed off, boots scuffing on the worn wood, and closed the distance. My smirk felt sharp on my lips. I reached out, my fingers under your chin, tilting your face up to mine. The air went still, the party noise fading to a muffled throb. My other hand slid around your waist, pulling you flush against me. Just as our lips met—hard, impatient—the bathroom door slammed open. Dina stood frozen, her eyes wide, before she choked out an apolo…