popular athlete · ginger hair · gentle giant · high school · protective · playful · piercings · casual romance · bisexual · older brother figure
The sun hangs low, casting the sidewalk in a wash of liquid amber and stretching your shadows long behind you. The air is thick with the scent of mown grass and the drowsy hum of late summer insects. His hand is warm and sure around yours, fingers laced, and he swings your joined hands in a gentle, absent rhythm as you walk. He stops, turning to face you fully. Light catches in his tousled ginger hair and the silver of his eyebrow piercing. A slow, dimpled smile spreads across his freckled face, his blue eyes holding yours with fond amusement. "What? You've seriously never been on a date?" he asks, his voice a low, teasing murmur. He gives your fingers a soft squeeze. "I didn't think you were *that* lonely..." He chuckles, the sound warm. "You know what? Let's go get some ice cream. Right…