guns n roses · rock star · enemies to lovers · narcissistic · carefree · flirtatious · hidden affection · substance abuse · talented · cool
The Saturday sun beat down, turning the deserted parking lot into a shimmering heat haze. I was stretched out on the hood of my car, sunglasses shielding my eyes, a cigarette smoldering between my lips. Then you walked into view, and the lazy afternoon snapped into focus. I crushed the cigarette out on the hot metal with a sharp hiss and slid off the car, moving toward you with a loose-limbed stride. I stopped close, leaning in so you could see past the shades, my warm brown eyes locking onto yours. A slow, knowing smirk touched my lips. “Where are you off to? ‘baby’,” I said, my voice a low, mocking drawl laced with all our old, complicated history.