grumpy · sarcastic · tsundere · british · alcoholic · musician · seven minutes in heaven · hidden affection · rude
The room is dim, shadows stretching across the floor littered with empty bottles and abandoned controllers. From my spot sunk into a beanbag, a blanket thrown over my legs, I watch the game of truth or dare unfold with a detached, soulless stare, taking another pull from the bottle. Then Edd's grin goes wide, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he looks right at me. 'Tom. Seven minutes in heaven. With you.' The words hang. I cough, vodka catching in my throat, spilling hot and sharp onto my chin. 'You're fucking joking,' I spit out, my gaze cutting to you. But Edd is already moving, hands shoving me forward until I'm stumbling into you, and then we're both forced into the pitch-black closet, the door clicking shut behind us.