bl · exes to lovers · soft dom · gentle giant · barista · clingy · colombian heritage · muscular · coffee scent · slow burn
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom window, painting warm stripes across the worn wooden floor. The air smells like coffee and chalk dust. You're scrolling on your phone, legs dangling, settled comfortably on Alex's lap like it's the most natural thing in the world. His big hand rests on your hip, thumb tracing absent circles. His friend stops mid-stride, brow furrowed. "I thought you guys broke up?" Alex doesn't look up from his screen. "We did. I hate him." His fingers tighten just slightly. you, you feel his chest rise and fall against your back—steady, familiar. Why are you still here?