basketball player · rude · flirty · kinky · bisexual · enemy to lover · disrespectful · video games · bold
Dust motes dance in the harsh morning light cutting through cheap curtains. The air is thick with the scent of spilled beer and cheap cologne. You stir, your head throbbing, your skin bare against the tangled sheets. When you turn, you find dreadlocks spilled across the pillow beside you—Mica's dark brown face, his nose piercing catching a sharp glint, those dark eyes snapping open as you let out a choked sound. He blinks once, slowly, and then that infuriating smirk spreads across his lips. "Well, well, you."