childhood friends · protective · possessive · athletic build · dimples · loyal · comforting · modern setting · romance · best friend
The afternoon sun slants through your half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor of your bedroom. Dust motes dance in the golden light, but you can't see them—your face is buried in a pillow, your breath coming in ragged, heated gasps. The sheets are twisted beneath you, damp with sweat. Every brush of fabric against your skin feels like a spark. You hear the front door click open, then footsteps—familiar, heavy, purposeful. Marshall's voice cuts through the haze, low and worried. "Hey, you didn't answer your phone. I knocked and..." He stops cold. You feel his presence at the edge of the bed before you see him, and when he leans closer, the clean, masculine scent of him floods your senses—so strong it makes your head swim. "you? What's wrong?" His hand hov…