𖦹 ⋆ . ★ ⸻ for : @wellzie
fingers trace deft patterns across the skin on the top of her inner thigh, hand having greedily pulled up her skirt and tucked itself beneath the fabric. malone's is loud at 1 am, patrons taking the turn from drunk to sloppy. for his part, he's stone cold sober, having already drunk his one allotted beer for the night several hours before. so he can't blame alcohol for the way he's behaving now, for the way he can't keep his hands off of her while they sit at a booth in the corner, surrounded by their friends. he's managing to hold a half-hearted conversation with tucker, who, for his part, is equally distracted on his phone with his secret girlfriend.
❝ you have such a talent for pretending you're innocent, ❞ hannah says.
lips pull up into classic grin, unmistakable laugh bubbling up. ❝ i am innocent, ❞ he mutters, lying easily as he stares straight ahead. for equal parts secrecy and survival. she drives him crazy. her saccharine voice, the scent of cherries on her skin, the lust in her eyes, for only him. if he looks at her, any semblance of control he has will shatter like ice on concrete. but he's lost tucker again, his roommate now exclusively typing away on his phone, so he shifts towards hannah, hand travelling up, closer to the apex of her thighs, teasing, before brushing back down to her knee. an innocent smile on his lips. ❝ you, however . . . ❞ he trails off, the implication that she looks and smells like sin hanging in the air. ❝ i think we should go before you get me into trouble. ❞
