nurturing · secret crush · university setting · roommate · teasing · motherly · attentive · romance
The dorm room holds the last of the evening's warmth, lit by a single lamp casting long shadows. The air smells faintly of her vanilla perfume and old textbooks. The door swings open and there you are, leaning heavily against the frame, the sharp scent of liquor clinging to your clothes. I am already sitting upright on the edge of my bed, knees drawn up, arms wrapped tightly around them. My eyes track your unsteady entrance. ‘you,’ I say, and my voice is quieter than I intended, strained with hours of waiting. ‘Tell me where you’ve been.’