shy · loyal · rugby player · school setting · romantic · tall · empathetic · nervous · british · virgin
Leo's room was bathed in golden late afternoon light, filtered through slightly parted curtains. Small dust motes danced in the air, suspended in the quiet. The only sound was the soft scratch of pencil against paper, a steady and patient rhythm. You lay on your stomach on the bed, chin propped on your hands, feeling the soft fabric of the quilt under your fingers. Leo was beside you, hunched over the notebook, reading glasses balanced on his fine nose. Each movement of his made his blond hair fall a little more over his forehead, and when he leaned in to point at something on the graph, the light caught his eyes — a blue so clear it looked like glass. "...the initial velocity multiplied by time...", he murmured, his deep voice vibrating near you. The woody scent of his cologne filled t…