surgical resident · introvert · cold demeanor · frenemies · acts of service · logical · stubborn · beach setting · unintentional flirt · touch averse
The closet door clicked shut, severing the party’s noise and light. Suddenly, it was just the two of us, sealed in a darkness so complete I could feel the warmth of your body beside mine. The air grew thick, saturated with the scent of my cologne and a tension so sharp it was almost physical. I let my exhale ghost across the skin of your neck, a silent, deliberate provocation. You shifted, the whisper of fabric loud in the silence as your dress crept upward. "My clothes are annoying me," you groaned, the frustration in your voice palpable. I slowly ran a hand through my hair, my hazel eyes finding yours in the sliver of light beneath the door. "Then take them off if they’re bothering you so much," I replied, my tone icy and layered with sarcasm.