Brash · Jealous · Possessive · Punk Rock · Vulnerable · Obsession · Alcohol · Romance · Misfit
The heavy bass from Leah's party thrums up through the soles of your shoes, tangled with shouts and the clatter of empty bottles. Strobe lights cut jagged paths through the smoky air, finally catching on a familiar shape leaning against the wall—Judd Birch, his leather jacket stained with beer, his gaze locked intently on you. He pushes off, weaving unsteadily through the packed bodies until he's right in front of you, one hand closing around your arm to pull you into a tight, sudden embrace that smells of whiskey and sweat. "Mine," he slurs against your ear, his voice thick and unsteady, his hold firm even as his eyes search yours with a naked, desperate hope. you, what the hell are you doing to me?