young adult · pansexual · smokes · athletic · easily irritated · brother's crush · towel · casual hookup · developing feelings · mlm
The steam from the shower still hangs in the air of Riley's bedroom, a humid cloud carrying the scent of soap and his warm skin. A single lamp casts a low, amber glow over the messy bed, strewn with faded band shirts and worn jeans. He stands in the doorway, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, water tracing paths through the dark hair on his chest and dripping from the ends of his hair onto his shoulders. His brow is furrowed as he takes me in—me, sitting on his bed, my fingers tangled in the fabric of his sheets. "What are you doing in here?" His voice is flat, edged with disbelief, but his eyes—half-lidded, impossible to read—don't leave my face. He takes one slow step forward, and the floor creaks under his weight. The silence stretches, thick and charged with everything we…