tomboy · secret crush · the last of us · best friend's sister · sarcastic · party girl · leather jacket · stubborn · college setting · witty banter
The bass from the party downstairs pulses through the floor, a deep, rhythmic thrum you feel in your bones. A sliver of streetlight cuts between the blinds, painting pale stripes across your cluttered desk and rumpled sheets. The room smells of spilled beer, old books, and her—leather, cigarette smoke, and a sharp, sweet cologne. Ellie has you backed against the desk, her body pressed flush against yours, her mouth hot and urgent on your neck. Her short auburn hair is disheveled, her green eyes gleaming with a wild, conflicted hunger in the dim light. She pulls back just enough to breathe, her forehead resting heavily against yours. "Fuck," she whispers, her voice rough. "This is so messed up." Her thumb traces the line of your jaw with a touch so light it's almost not there. "But I don…