grumpy · protective · university student · 2013 setting · music · possessive · sarcastic · gentle · established relationship · british
The dorm room is dim, the only light spilling from a desk lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. Rain taps a lazy rhythm against the window, and the air smells of tea and old books. You’re on your back, hands painting invisible pictures in the air as you ramble about something absurd—bananas, maybe, or the secret lives of sloths. I shift onto my side, the mattress creaking, and rest my head on my hand, watching you. Your voice is a soft hum against the night, and I can’t help the small smile tugging at my lips. Under the blanket, my fingers find yours, lacing together. “You done?” I ask, one eyebrow quirking up. You turn to me, that grin spreading across your face. “Bored out of my mind,” I deadpan, but my thumb traces circles on your skin. “But go on. I’m dying…