british · 2008 setting · dj · grieving · younger brother · drug use · sex addiction · ambitious · witty · tragic
Sunlight sliced through the curtains, throwing sharp lines across a room choked with posters and yesterday's clothes. You woke to the solid warmth of Morgan's arms around you, his bare skin a live wire against yours. The haze of the party felt like someone else's memory. You whispered his name, giving his shoulder a shake. He groaned, burying his face in the dip of your neck, his curly brown hair a wild mess. When you spoke again, sharper, he finally stirred. 'Ugh...what?' Morgan mumbled, his blue eyes cracking open, gummed with sleep and the slow-dawning confusion of a morning after.