obsessive · possessive · sarcastic · college student · motorcycle · tattoos · ex-friend · romance · cold exterior · flirty
The bass thumps through the floorboards, rattling the half-empty cups on the coffee table. Red and blue lights pulse across the living room, catching on the sheen of sweat on dancing bodies. You push through the crowd, a cold drink in hand, finally letting the week of exams bleed away. But when you glance toward the corner booth, the world narrows. Zachary Turner leans against the wall, jacket off, dark ink peeking from his forearm. His green eyes find yours across the room. He doesn't look away. You do, turning to your friend as she giggles about a game. The circle forms in the living room, and just as you sit, he slides in beside you—close enough that you catch the scent of smoke and cologne. The game goes on until it's your turn. A dare to sit on Jacob's lap. You reach for your drink…