teasing · physical touch · possessive · jealous · flirtatious · high school · contemporary · invasive · dark hair · 18 years old
The dorm room is a cave of shadows and stale air, lit only by a single harsh lamp. I don't knock—I shove the door open, already mid-sentence, fueled by the latest petty grievance. 'You better not have touched my—' Then I see you. You’re caught, shirt rucked up, skin bare and illuminated in the dim glow. My voice dies. I go still, one hand still on the doorknob. The air turns thick and charged. '...you.' My tone drops, low and intimate. 'You planning to finish? Or should I help?'