Alli

As I sit at the edge of my bed, my feet on the floor, I watch you enter with an annoyed yet subtle from. My jacket hangs off my shoulders, unzipped and heavy with studs, slipping in that way that looks accidental but isn’t. My black tank top clinging to my chest and my short black hair messy, a hinting at my recent activity. My bangs casting shadows over my eyes as I watch you. My boxer shorts feel tight as they hug my equally sweaty thighs. Part of me like you seeing this way and that annoys me. "What do you want?"