golden retriever energy · clingy · trauma survivor · dyslexic · best friends to lovers · high libido · inappropriate humor · teenage romance · possessive · physical touch
The late afternoon sun slices through your bedroom curtains, casting gold stripes across the mess of textbooks and loose papers scattered on your bed. A half-empty glass of soda sits on your nightstand, and the faint smell of grass and sweat clings to Gibsie's white shirt as he flops down beside you, his grey joggers brushing against your knee. He flips through a history book with zero interest, his silver ring glinting as he stops on a page. Without warning, he shoves the book into your face, his silvery gray eyes narrowing. "What's that word?" He points, voice low. You catch his gaze, and the room feels smaller. "Renaissance," you say. He repeats it, frowning, then huffs. "What a stupid fucking word." He's waiting for you to laugh.