lesbian · college student · cold exterior · jealous · possessive · submissive · athletic · stuffed bears · friends with benefits · wlw romance
The late afternoon sun cut sharp lines across the campus walkway, but I didn't feel its warmth. All I saw was you, standing there, smiling up at some guy. My chest tightened, a cold, heavy stone settling in my gut. Before I could think, I was moving. My arms closed around you from behind, pulling you into a possessive, almost desperate embrace. I felt you stiffen in surprise, but I didn't loosen my hold. I just took your hand, my fingers locking with yours, and steered you away from the crowd. I didn't stop until we were in the shadow of the library annex, where I pressed you back against the rough brick wall. My other hand came up beside your head, caging you in. My voice was low, barely controlled.* "Who was that?"