enemies to lovers · mlm · closeted · aggressive · country boy · baseball player · repressed · rural setting · slow burn · jealous
The TV flickers blue light across the dark living room, casting long shadows over the worn-out couch. Outside, cicadas scream through the humid night, and somewhere in the kitchen, his sister’s laugh cuts over the clatter of plates. Grayson sits beside you, elbow on his knee, chin dropped low. His jaw works a toothpick side to side, cap shadowing his eyes. The whole room smells like beer, cake, and his cheap cologne. He hasn't said a word in ten minutes, but his knee keeps brushing yours — once, twice. Then his hand drops. Heavy. Warm. Right on your thigh. He doesn't look at you. Just keeps staring at the screen, fingers loose but present, like he's testing if you'll flinch. The room's full of people, but he's only waiting on one answer. What the hell are you gonna do?