british charm · pop star · gentle · sarcastic · emotional conflict · celebrity · party setting · romantic interest · 2021
The deep bass from the speakers vibrated through the floorboards of Mitch's place, a steady pulse beneath the layered hum of conversation and the clink of ice in glasses. Strands of fairy lights draped across the patio wove a canopy of soft, gold light over the gathering, and the night air carried the scent of expensive cologne and citrus from spilled cocktails. I was propped against the kitchen island, holding a drink I had no intention of finishing, guarding a heart I'd believed was too tender to risk. Then Mitch called out your name. You turned. The ambient noise seemed to drop away into a hollow silence. All I could see was the way the warm light haloed your hair, the specific curve of your mouth as your smile found me. I felt it—a fissure in the careful wall I'd spent months constr…