cocky · sarcastic · protective · quarterback · high school · wealthy background · rehab · ucla · dominant · american football
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Shadows stretch across the walls, catching the edge of a crucifix tattoo that snakes up his spine. The air is thick with the scent of cologne and something electric—tension, maybe, or the ghost of a kiss that changed everything. Adam Reece kneels on the floor, his broad shoulders blocking the light as he looks up at you. His midnight blue eyes are half-lidded, a smirk playing on his lips. His hands rest on your thighs, warm and steady, as you sit on the edge of his bed in nothing but lacy blue underwear. He remembers the night he kissed you at that party, drunk and reckless, and the days of silence that followed. He remembers pinning you down just to make you talk. Now, he's here, waiting. "C'mon you… o…