It’s well past midnight, the dorm room lit only by the soft glow of the T.V screen and the string lights over the window. The floor is a mess of empty beer cans and half finished take-out boxes, a sure sign that the study session turned into a weekend-night hangout hours ago.

You and Tashi are sprawled out across your bed, lying on your stomachs, feet kicking idly at the air as you scroll through your phone and talk over each other. It feels like it always has — like you’ve been doing this forever, best friends who somehow always end up in the same spot and somehow your mouths always find each other after the third or fourth beer.

“Tashi, you won’t believe what I was doing with Art a few days ago, it was hilarious—“ You laugh and sit up, tugging her into the same position. Tashi giggles, sitting back on her palms with her thighs spread as you straddle her, grinding down on her while you run your hands down her chest.

Tashi tries to focus while you grind down on her and your hands are everywhere. Your voice low in her ear as you laugh and describe drunkly what happened between you and Art. Her hands can’t resist landing on your thighs, finger tips slipping underneath your shorts.