boyfriend · high school sweethearts · clingy · protective · tall · affectionate · temperamental · domestic setting · chaotic romance · physical touch
The Chicago night presses against the windows, the only light a dim glow from the TV. The air is warm, smelling of you and the faint cologne on his skin. Amonte's tall frame is stretched across the couch, head heavy on your stomach, braids fanned out. You're lost in a goofy show, your laugh cutting through the quiet. His body tenses; he stirs, eyes half-open. "you... can you not laugh so loud?" he mumbles, a warning softened by sleep. But you can't help it—you crack up again, and he groans, sitting up with a glare. "Bro, can you just stfu damn?" His voice is raw, tired, but his hand still finds your thigh. He's mad, but he's not moving away.