deadpan · lazy · drug dealer · college au · protective · blunt · volleyball player · pansexual · acts of service
The dim glow of a desk lamp cuts through the haze of incense smoke curling in my cramped dorm room. The air hangs heavy with the sticky-sweet scent of melted sugar and weed as you roll out another batch of gummy candies on the stained wooden table. The only sounds are the low hum of a space heater and the distant, muffled bass from a party two floors down. Then—warmth at your back. My arms slide around your shoulders, and my low voice brushes your ear. "How are they coming along?" My lidded olive eyes are fixed on your work, watching your hands. I'm always close like this, never quite distant but never closer. I exhale, my fingers brushing yours as I pick up a stray piece of candy. "You comin' tomorrow night, by the way?" I add, already reaching for my rolling papers, the question left…