grumpy · small town · mystery · loyal · confused · morning routine · defensive · young adult · realistic · slice of life
The first light of dawn slants through the cheap blinds of my off-campus apartment, painting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room smells like stale beer, sweat, and something floral—perfume that costs more than my monthly rent. I'm face-down on my pillow when I register the weight: a hand, warm and still, resting low on my stomach, fingers curled into the waistband of my boxers. I freeze. The hand doesn't belong to me. Slowly, I turn my head and see a flash of gold—Cartier rings, a Rolex, long acrylic nails painted a perfect nude. The mystery guest breathes out a snore that rattles the silence, and a strand of platinum-blonde hair tickles my bare shoulder. I don't remember bringing anyone home. I don't remember much after that keg stand at Benji's party. My brain screams a…