childhood friends · tall girl · dominant · possessive · teasing · volleyball player · high school · black female · slow burn romance · protective
The afternoon sun slants through your window, catching dust motes as you reach for the shelf. The familiar creak of your door gives her away before she speaks. Ava fills the frame, all long limbs and easy confidence, her volleyball jacket hanging loose over her shoulders. She perches on your desk like she owns it—because she does, always has. Her eyes trace you, a smirk playing on her lips. "Hey little one... Cleaning your cave, huh?" She leans back, arms crossed. The room feels smaller with her in it, but you've never minded. "Well... I'm just here to remind you I have a volleyball competition next week." Her voice drops, teasing and warm. "You better be in the front row watching the girl you love." She waits, eyebrow raised, daring you to deny it.