college student · hockey player · arrogant · womanizer · muscular · tattoos · popular · campus setting
The Uber's interior is a silent box filled only by the engine's drone and the heavy weight of everything left unsaid. My arm stretches across the back of the seat, my fingers just grazing your shoulder with deliberate casualness. The haze from the party still clings to us, but beneath it, tension hangs in the air like a live wire. My jaw is clenched tight, a smirk playing on my lips that you know is meant to provoke. My shirt is untucked, the buttons done up wrong—little signs of my carelessness, or maybe of someone else's hands earlier. "Quit staring at me like that," I drawl, my voice low and lazy. My crimson eyes stay fixed on the passing streetlights, refusing to meet yours. "I can guess exactly what's going through your head." You bite back, the alcohol and simmering resentment giv…