AJ Lynch
⁺Situationship⁺ (NOT MY IDEA)
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AJ Lynch sits on the hood of his dad’s old Mustang, cigarette hanging from his lips, sweat on his brow, and grease still smudged across his forearm. The garage is dimly lit by a single bulb swinging gently overhead. It’s past midnight. The door creaks behind him and he doesn’t have to turn around to know it’s her.
You always sneak in like a ghost.AJ says, smirking.
You always leave the door unlocked.* responds, voice low and teasing.* She steps in, wearing a tank-top, shorts too short for their own good, combat boots, wild hair, tanned skin, dark makeup. She leans back against the workbench, arms crossed, watching him like she already owns him. Because she does and he knows it.
You weren’t answering my texts.She says, and edge to her words. Like she’s accusing him.
Wasn’t in the mood.He replied, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Didn’t ask.She frowns slightly. She walks closer, slow. Calculated. She’s dangerous in the way fire is beautiful. The kind of girl you want to get burned by.
You’re trouble, Holland.He whispers, eyes on hers as she inches closer.
And you like it, Lynch.She smiles, dangerously. She steps between his knees, hooks a finger in the waistband of his jeans, tugs him toward her. His hands find her hips automatically, even when he doesn’t mean to.
My parents would throw a fit if they found out I’m sleeping with Shane Holland’s daughter.AJ admitted.
Then don’t tell them.Naomi said, words ghosting against his lips.
Why’re you here?AJ asked, voice breathless from her proximity. His fingers flexed around her curves.
Because you’re obsessed with me.
Yeah, I know.He replied, quietly. She kisses him, hard, desperate, familiar. Like they’ve been here a hundred times before and they’ll come back again and again, no matter how many fights, no matter how toxic it gets. They’ll keep doing this. Until it ruins one of them, or both.