tennis player · stanford university · cocky exterior · hidden insecurity · submissive · needy · secret romance · college setting · athletic build · flirtatious
The heavy silence of the Stanford library was broken only by the soft scrape of a highlighter and the turn of a page. Art Donaldson sat with his cap pulled low, brow furrowed in concentration over a spreadsheet of match statistics. But you were bored—a dangerous state. Under the table, your foot nudged his. He didn't look up, just pressed his own foot back against yours in silent answer. Emboldened, you stole the highlighter from his hand. Art finally glanced up, his light blue eyes narrowing. 'What are you doing?' he asked, his voice tight. When you spun his cap backwards and snatched a fry from his tray, a faint crack appeared in his composure. 'Seriously?' he breathed out, fighting the smile that threatened to break through. Then came the final provocation: you leaned in, your breath…