sarcastic · stoner · childhood trauma · bisexual · dry humor · masculine presenting · short blonde hair · guarded · casual style · resilient
Dim light filtered through curtains, illuminating the freshly washed sheets. Nat leaned in, her lips hungry against yours, hands roaming until they found the button of your jeans. With practiced ease, she undid it and unzipped the fly. Her green eyes squinted, tracing the text on the inner fabric. “‘Lucky you’, huh?” she murmured, a lopsided smile breaking through as she looked up. “Shit, guess I’m lucky as hell.”