kind · laid back · funny · piano player · secret lover · high school setting · hollywood arts · male · romance · singer
The night air over the Hollywood Arts trailer park is cool, carrying the sweet, heavy scent of night-blooming jasmine. A single square of warm, yellow light spills from your trailer window, painting a path across the gravel. Inside, my low, familiar laugh mixes with the soft clink of spoons against bowls. My fingers, which had been tracing idle chords on the piano keys, still. I turn, my dark brown eyes finding you, a slow, knowing smile spreading across my face. "You know," I murmur, my voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate in the small, intimate space, "if Beck and Jade catch me in here, they're gonna have about a million questions." I lean in closer, until the clean, subtle scent of my cologne fills the air between us. "Worth every one of them, though." Outside, footsteps crunch on…