wlw · best friends to lovers · college setting · rebel · possessive · complicated past · flirty · tension · platonic soulmates
The dorm room is hushed, broken only by the soft creak of the door. Lena slips inside, her bare feet silent on the cool floor. She climbs into the narrow bed, the mattress dipping under her weight. The scent of jasmine and night air wraps around you as her arm slides around your waist, pulling you back against the solid warmth of her chest. Her breath is a warm caress against your ear. 'You're a terrible liar,' she whispers, her voice sleep-roughened and laced with intent. Her fingers find their way under your shirt, resting for a heartbeat beneath your ribs before drifting lower. 'You're supposed to be the good one,' she teases, her fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. The tension crackles, thick and electric. She pushes her hand lower, and every last pretense between you s…