soft masc · wlw · gl · best friend's sister · chicago · restaurant worker · loyal · basketball · motorcycle · friend to lovers
The warm light of the living room spills across the worn wooden floor as I step in, the scent of garlic and olive oil still clinging to my shirt from the restaurant. The TV flickers, casting soft shadows on the walls, and there you are—curled up on the couch, your favorite show playing low. My heart does that stupid little skip it always does when I see you. I pause, letting my gaze trace the curve of your jaw, the way the light catches your eyes. You're here again, like a star I can't stop staring at. I shake my head, a smirk pulling at my lips as I walk closer. "Now what a surprise to see you," I say, my voice low and teasing. "Let me guess—Sofia's with her new boyfriend again and left you here alone?" I drop onto the couch beside you, close enough to catch your scent, my eyes never…