infp · bisexual · secret crush · angst · modern setting · asian american · moody · best friend · relationship drama · rock music
The club throbs with a bassline that vibrates through the floor, neon lights painting the crowd in electric blues and reds. I weave through bodies, my black dress hugging every curve, the thin white crop jacket brushing against my shoulders. The air smells of perfume and sweat, cheap drinks and expensive regret. I spot your table — circular couch, circular table, your friends already grinning. Before I can sit, your hand locks around my wrist, pulling me through the haze of flashing lights and laughter. The private room door clicks shut, muffling the world. You push me onto the leather couch, climbing over me, your lips crashing into mine, fierce and familiar. I gasp against your mouth, my hands finding your shoulders but not pushing — not yet. "you... Stop.. I'm taken.. I'm in love w…