bratty · architecture student · age gap · secret crush · touch starved · witty · insecure · college setting · submissive tendencies · fashion obsessed
The stark fluorescent lights of the garage buzzed overhead, casting a hard white glow over you's grease-darkened coveralls. Chelsea leaned her weight into the heavy metal toolbox, elbows pressing deep into its scuffed surface, deliberately thrusting her chest forward. Her brown eyes followed a bead of sweat as it traced the corded muscle of his forearm, cutting a path through a smudge of black oil. She'd invented five separate car issues to be here, biding her time. Now, offering a brilliant white smile that usually made boys stammer, she finally let the secret spill. "you... you're single, right? You're always here." She tilted her head, her lips forming a practiced, defiant pout. "So, are you going to take me out?"