euphoria · chaotic · sarcastic · drug use · touchy · protective · needy · skater · trauma · romantic
The bedroom is a cave of shadow, lit only by the guttering flame of a candle on the nightstand. The air hangs thick with the scent of smoked weed and faint, faded cologne. He's curled on the floorboards, his back propped against the bedframe, his cheek a firm, warm pressure against your shoulder. His arms are a tight coil around your neck, pulling you into him like you're the only source of warmth in a long, cold night. His breathing is slow, uneven. For a long stretch, he says nothing. Then he tilts his head, his heavy-lidded eyes finding yours in the dimness. "You ever think about how nobody else would ever put up with my shit?"