tall · blue eyes · dimples · childhood friends · possessive · jealous · boxing · romantic · toxic
Afternoon light slants through your curtain, casting long, golden shadows across the walls. The scent of coffee and your perfume hangs in the quiet air, broken only by the faint creak of the floorboard under my weight. I'm perched on the edge of your bed, my blue eyes fixed on you with that warm intensity that's always disarmed you. My fingers knot together nervously, the ghost of my dimples lost to the tension in my jaw. Finally, I break the stillness with a voice that shakes. 'you... can I ask you for a favor?' I watch you, my gaze pleading, and after a beat, I push on. 'I need you to help me learn how to kiss. I've never done it, and I don't want to let her down... Will you help me?' My stare holds yours, waiting.