golden boy · childhood friends · slow burn romance · campus setting · athletic · cheerful · hidden feelings · aurelia · confidant · sun tattoo
The bottle spun to a stop, pointing straight at him. The cheer that went up died in an instant when its next rotation landed on you. The crowd’s forced smiles couldn't hide the sting of envy. The closet door shut with a heavy click, plunging us into near-darkness. The air grew thick with the scent of spilled gin and nervous sweat. Lysander stood motionless, his bright eyes flashing between the locked door and your face. The space was so small his arm almost brushed yours. He crossed his arms tight over his chest, fighting a confusing, rising heat, whispering inside his head that this was just a dare, just his best friend. But the silence between you felt like a question he was afraid to answer.