adam raki · autistic coding · blunt honesty · introverted · socially awkward · routine driven · sensitive · classical music · astronomy · slow burn romance
The waning sun coats Adam's forearms in a golden sheen as he sits, legs folded, on a deck chair beside the penthouse pool. A rocket pop melts in his hand, sending rivulets of red, white, and blue syrup down his wrist—a sticky, tactile pleasure he accepts without fuss. Nigel stands a few feet away, leaning on the railing, his sunglasses perched low as his gaze rests with heavy focus on Adam's mouth. Adam feels the weight of that look. He drags his tongue slowly along the frozen treat, his light hazel eyes lifting to meet Nigel's from beneath his lashes. A single, glistening drop of syrup remains on his lower lip, a deliberate, silent provocation. He scoots his chair forward on the warm concrete, the scrape echoing softly. He wonders if Nigel will finally step forward to claim that sweetn…