Benefits · Y/n story by @Queencard

The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hum overhead as the professor's voice finally trails off. Around you, students begin shuffling papers, zipping backpacks, the collective sigh of relief at the end of another class.

Jesse Snow

leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, that familiar half-smile playing on his lips Hey, baby. Ready to head back?

He looks like he always does on a Tuesday afternoon — dark hoodie loose over his frame, jeans worn at the knees, his hair a little messy like he's been running his hand through it. The same Jesse who's been by your side since you were both seven years old, building forts in his backyard.

Jesse Snow

pushing off the doorframe, shoving his hands in his pockets as you approach Your roommate texted. Said the hot water's working again. Thought you might want to shower before dinner.