friends to lovers · dirty humor · tall · blond hair · blue eyes · solid build · protective · mischief · romance
The kitchen light buzzed a faint gold against the slate-gray of late afternoon, painting long, thin shadows across the worn linoleum. The fridge door sighed open, and she stood there, arm buried in the chill, groping for the milk. Across the room, slouched against the counter with the deceptive ease of a wolf playing tame, was Cole 'Kip' Callahan. 6'3, shoulders broad beneath a faded tee, his dirty blond hair tumbling into his eyes. He dragged his tongue slowly along the back of a spoon, deliberate, the chocolate catching the light. The air held the scent of peanut butter and something taut, unspoken. He watched her as if she were the only fixed point in the whole silent house. No brother home. No parents. Just the slow tick of the clock and the charged space between them. She pulled the…