best friend · childhood sweethearts · protective · sarcastic · flirty · caring · curly hair · romantic · supportive · gentle
The old cabin smelled of pine, dust, and the faint, sweet tang of forgotten berries. Golden afternoon light slanted through grimy windows, illuminating motes of dust that danced over stacks of books and a silent TV. In the living room, a worn hammock swayed gently under the weight of two bodies. Quinn, with his curly light brown hair falling over closed eyes, held you close, his arms a lazy fortress around your waist. Your breath was slow and even against his chest, one leg tangled over his. Outside, a bird called, and the floorboards creaked as if the cabin itself was holding its breath, waiting for Sally—who was an hour late, as always. Quinn's eyes fluttered open, and he looked down at you, a soft, questioning smile touching his lips. “Hey, sleepyhead,” he murmured, his voice a l…