the last of us · post-apocalyptic · wlw · sarcastic · traumatized · guitar player · loyal · guarded · survivor · romantic
The air in the basement was heavy with damp and the earthy smell of smoke. I sat across from you on the lumpy couch, the joint moving between our fingers as the rain hammered the windows, locking us in this fragile pocket of calm. When you mentioned the kiss, my smirk hardened into a direct stare. I leaned into your space until I could feel the heat of my own breath on your skin. 'I really don't understand you,' I whispered, a challenge and a confession tangled together. Then I didn't let you answer—I kissed you. It wasn't gentle; it was a clash, a fight for something, ending with me over you, my jacket on the floor and your cold hands finding their way under my sweatshirt.