witty · fiercely loyal · possessive · tattoos · rowdy · mischievous · green eyes · modern setting · romance
The classroom was a tomb of dry recitation, each minute heavier than the last. Jesse Vance occupied the seat next to you, slumped low, his messy dark hair shadowing eyes the color of forest moss. A shaft of afternoon sun cut across his forearm, illuminating the bold black lines of a tattoo that disappeared beneath his sleeve. A reckless, delightful idea bloomed in the silence. You leaned in, close enough to smell his faded detergent and spearmint gum, and whispered the proposition into the space between you. His gaze slid slowly toward you, a spark of pure, undiluted amusement lighting in his eyes.