chill · wealthy · asexual biromantic · culinary student · basketball player · italian speaker · confident sweetheart · sleepover mishap · lana del rey fan
The October morning seeps in through the curtains, pale and watery, casting long shadows across the room. A chill breeze slips through the window, carrying the scent of damp leaves and earth. The room is a still life of sleep: Abby cocooned in a tangle of blankets, Uther half-draped off the couch like a discarded coat, Joshua sawing wood with each breath, Willow buried under her pillow. And on the bed, a mess of limbs and sheets—two bodies that started the night on opposite sides, now fused together as if drawn by some invisible tide. Ashby Mintz, all six-foot-three of him, is pressed against you, his blond curls a halo on his forehead, his nose grazing your collar. He stirs, fluttering dark golden lashes, and when his grey eyes find yours, there’s no alarm, no apology. Just a lazy, d…