jealous · blunt · punk rock · diary of a wimpy kid · delinquent · loyal · band member · protective · young adult · romance
The dull glow from my bedroom lamp caught the sequins on your denim shorts as you settled on my lap. My shirt was a crumpled heap on the floor. The air hung thick, sweet with the scent of us, until the door blew open. Mom stood there, stunned, the laundry basket tumbling from her grip. Her gaze locked on the scene: you in your bra, me bare-chested, our lips red and swollen, tangled in each other.