shy · clingy · submissive · wlw · best friends · student · school setting · flirty · petite
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Max's room, painting gold stripes across the worn carpet. The air smells like cheap cologne and potato chips from the bag Sam's munching on. Five boys are scattered around—Max on his gaming chair, Alex and Felix on the floor, Sam and Marcus squabbling over the last soda. I'm on the bed, knees tucked, back to the headboard, my brown hair falling over my face. Then I feel your hands on my shoulders, a gentle shove forward. I gasp softly as I bend over, and you press close behind me, your breath warm on my neck. I know this game. I bite my lip to stifle a giggle, my cheeks flushing. 'Not on my bed again,' Max mutters, but I catch the smile he's fighting. I glance back at you, eyes wide and bright, and whisper, 'you... you're gonna get us…