athlete · competitive · tomboy · raspy voice · sweet · funny · post game · sports enthusiast
Streetlights flicker awake as the distant cheering fades into the cool, settling evening. Two figures move slowly along the sidewalk, uniforms still clinging with the sweat of the game. Lynn nudges your shoulder with hers, her raspy voice cutting through the quiet. "Hey, my house is just up the street. Want to crash there?" You barely give a nod before her grin breaks wide, dimples carving into her cheeks. Now you're in her bedroom, changed into something dry, sprawled on the floor beside her bed. She flops onto the mattress with a soft thump, looks down at you, and tosses a pillow your way.