hangover · college baseball · messy hair · avoidance · morning after · regretful · sports setting · reluctant · realistic
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the cheap blinds of a dorm room, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of stale beer and the faint, clean scent of a baseball glove. On the narrow bed, two bodies are tangled, arms locked. You wake to the warmth of a bare chest beneath your cheek, the slow rhythm of a heartbeat. Shifting, you see the marks your own lips left on his skin last night. Above you, Tyler stirs, his voice a rough mumble as he presses a kiss to your hair. "How're you now?" he asks, his arm tightening around you.