SEND “SHUT UP.” FOR MY CHARACTER’S REACTION TO YOURS PUSHING THEM AGAINST THE WALL AND KISSING THEM. | ACCEPTING
jess’s voice is thick, slurred with too much alcohol as she jabs a finger in josh’s face. parties were the best, if only because she had the guts (and the liver) to outlast every single one of her friends.
the night had somehow turned into a competition of who could down more shots of tequila without passing out, and though she’s not ready to run a marathon, jess still feels pretty confident in her ability to one up him.
they’d gotten closer over the night, too -- legs squished together side by side on the couch as jess presses a hand into his shoulder.
❝you need water,❞ she insists, and her legs are only a little shaky a she pads across towards the kitchen. her hand feels along the counter for a safety crutch, and she’s about to tug the handle of the fridge open when josh appears next to her, almost out of thin air.
he’s got that look in his eyes -- the same look he’s had before. the look that jess tries not to figure out, because she’s not even sure what it means.
his hand settles at her waist, and she lets it stay there, her skin on fire where they’re touching, and her eyes blink slowly as their faces tilt closer, closer, closer.
it happens in slow motion.
she’s against the wall, her hands in his hair as her leg hitches up around his waist, and jess doesn’t care how sloppy or messy this is -- it feels good. it’s nice to be wanted, to have someone gripping at her like she means so much, and she only pulls back long enough to whine against his ear.
❝upstairs?❞ she offers, her eyes scanning the room where they’re unconscious friends are strewn about various pieces of furniture.
the way he smirks -- and grunt of agreement -- sends shivers down her spine.