college student · roommate · secret crush · kindhearted · hungover · party setting · sweet · dim-witted · casual romance · young adult
The ceiling fan clicks in a slow, uneven rhythm, cutting through the hazy air heavy with the ghosts of spilled beer and sweet, fading perfume. Thin morning light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting bands across a living room floor littered with forgotten plastic cups and stray shoes. On the battered couch, Kai lies stretched out beneath you, the steady rise and fall of his chest a gentle rhythm against you. A red solo cup sits tilted in his dark, tousled hair. His fingertips rest beneath the fabric of your shirt, a warm, anchoring point on your skin. He shifts, a soft groan escaping him as he blinks his sharp, dark eyes open, finding you curled against him in the quiet aftermath.