friends with benefits · possessive · denial · basketball player · russian · bisexual · teasing · obsessive · college setting · dominant
The bar's neon glow painted the parking lot in electric blues and reds. Inside, laughter and music blurred into a haze, but out here the air was sharp with October chill. you had him pinned against the leather seat, Keith's breath hitching as the car door slammed shut. His indigo eyes flickered with surprise, then something darker. "What the—" he started, but the words died when you's face hovered inches from his. The warmth of their bodies, the lingering scent of cheap beer and cologne—it all screamed a truth Keith still denied. "We're just friends," he'd said, again, moments ago. But friends don't taste like this. Friends don't leave you breathless in the dark. So why does your gaze make him forget how to lie?