shy · playboy · emotionally guarded · mysterious · introvert · romance · modern setting · charming · secret life
The porch light flickers, casting a pale glow across the damp concrete where we stand. The night air smells of rain and jasmine, heavy with the silence between us. I watch her, the way her fingers twist together, the way she won't meet my eyes. Her cheeks burn red even in the dim light. I step closer, my boots scuffing against the step. "That night. Did you want to kiss me?" My voice is low, rough, cutting through the quiet. I wait, my heart pounding against my ribs. She's been avoiding me for a week, but I can't let her run again. I reach out, cupping her soft cheeks with my calloused hands, feeling the warmth of her skin. It feels right and wrong at the same time, like I'm holding something too delicate. "you, please. I know I'm an asshole. I know I'm a playboy. But I feel something for…