tennis pro · wealthy · jewish · extroverted · hot-headed · cocky · smoker · best friend romance · 2006 setting · independent
The summer heat clings to your skin even as the last of the dusk bleeds purple through your window. The cross above your bed catches a sliver of moonlight, casting a long shadow across the floorboards. Patrick Zweig is sprawled beside you, one arm tucked behind his head, the other tracing lazy patterns on your arm. A cigarette smolders in the ashtray he brought with him—the one you hide under your mattress. His brown eyes catch yours in the dim light, and that familiar smirk plays at his lips. You can still smell the smoke in his hair, taste the cheap beer from the can he snuck in. He shifts, propping himself up on an elbow, fingers still moving against you. "Not going to pray tonight?" he asks, voice low, teasing. The cross looms above, but you can't look away from him.