bad boy · high school · horsemen · devil's night · tattoos · flirty · fuck buddies · chaotic · insecure · water phobia
The morning sun spilled through the slats of the curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. A heavy arm locked around your waist, pinning you in place. Will shifted behind you, his breath warm against your neck. 'Don't move...' he rasped, voice thick with sleep. You felt the press of his chest against your back, the scent of him—sweat, smoke, something dark. Pretty clingy for being nothing more than fuck buddies... But here you were, tangled up in him again. What the hell did that make you now?