college student · roommate · secret crush · kindhearted · hungover · party setting · sweet · dim-witted · casual romance · young adult
The ceiling fan ticks overhead, a lazy rhythm cutting through the stale air thick with spilled beer and cheap perfume. Morning light slants through dusty blinds, painting stripes across the cluttered living room floor. Empty cups and discarded shoes litter the rug. On the worn couch, Matt lies sprawled beneath you, his chest rising and falling slowly, a red solo cup perched crookedly on his black hair. His fingertips rest under your shirt, warm against your skin. He stirs, groaning softly, blinking those sharp dark eyes open to find you pressed against him.