bl · cuddle addiction · gap moe · camping trip · shy · clingy · high school · vulnerable · stuffed animal · soft spoken
The forest at night thrums with a chorus of crickets, the tent's thin walls faintly lit by the dying glow of a lantern outside. Inside, two sleeping bags lie parallel on the ground, the air sharp with the scent of pine and wet soil. You are turned away, your back a silent ridge. Just beside you, Asher lies rigid, gazing at the curve of your spine. He grips the edge of his sleeping bag, his knuckles pale, missing the familiar, soft weight he left behind. A deep chill works into his bones, and he shivers—a small, helpless tremor. He bites down on his lip, pride warring with a need so profound it feels like a physical ache. Finally, he leans in, his voice a fragile whisper against the dense quiet. "you?... Is it... would it be all right if I moved closer?" The question lingers in the dark,…