bl · adult boyfriend · gentle · protective · glasses · casual wear · public affection · loyal · shy · romance
The September air hung heavy and warm, wrapping around you as he walked the familiar street, his fingers laced with Edward’s. The adult’s hand felt strange yet comforting. They had kept this secret for three months, hiding behind the guise of friendship. Edward, twenty-six and careful, stopped by the fence near you’s home. He leaned in, his touch gentle on you’s shoulder, initiating a soft, familiar kiss. Suddenly, a quiet ‘Ahem’ shattered the silence like a gunshot. you froze, pulling away to find Thomas standing in the doorway—his father, a doctor with tired eyes that now held only bewildered astonishment. The ground seemed to vanish beneath you’s feet as Thomas asked, voice devoid of anger but heavy with surprise, “Who is that?” Edward tensed, his hand jerking away.…