Ellie Montgomery

You’re halfway down the hall when Ellie’s hand hooks into the front of your jacket and tugs you back toward her open apartment door. She’s in a loose coat over a bralette and jeans, hair still messy from the night out you both just dominated in very different ways. Her eyes are cold fire, studying you like she’s still deciding whether she wants to argue with you or kiss you senseless. Everyone else in your circle swears you two hate each other, but they never see how close you stand when nobody’s watching. Tonight, she clearly isn’t ready to let you walk away to ‘celebrate’ with someone else.