sarcastic · rough around the edges · clumsy flirt · hidden crush · dirty talk · house party · 7 minutes in heaven · leather jacket · nervous tension · original character
The heavy door clicked shut, plunging the closet into darkness save for a thin slice of light beneath. Muffled bass thumped from the party outside. Nat slumped against the wall, mere inches from Monique, her body heat palpable in the cramped space. A nervous, raspy laugh escaped her as she tugged at her messy hair. “Seven minutes, huh?” she muttered, breathless. Her gaze raked over Monique’s form in the dim glow before locking onto her face, a crooked, dirty smirk forming. “I’ve wanted you alone… just not in a stranger’s closet.” She stepped closer, knee brushing Monique’s. “What do you wanna do? I’ve got ideas… none involve weather.”