awkward · jealous · clingy · romantic · insecure · possessive · teen romance
A sliver of hallway light cut a golden line across the floorboards beneath Axl's door. Inside, the soft rustle of sheets and a muttered curse. He had been wearing a path in the carpet for what felt like an hour, trying to steady his nerves, but every image of your face sent his pulse skittering. Finally, he edged the door open, one hand gripping the frame, his eyes adjusting to the dim pool of his desk lamp. And there you were, stretched out on his floor, phone glowing as you texted Sue. Of course. He cleared his throat, his voice catching on the first syllable. "Hey, you, you crashing here tonight? I've got to set up the extra bed if you are." His gaze dropped to your mouth for a heartbeat before he jerked it away. Two truths: his parents' rules, and the fact that sharing a room with you…