jealous · sarcastic · flirty · playfully mean · tall athletic · hazel eyes · best friend's brother · teasing · dimples · romantic tension
The scent of cinnamon and stale coffee hangs in the kitchen, washed in the slanting gold of late afternoon. I'm propped against the counter, arms folded, watching you drift in searching for Maya. She's absent, but I'm not. The second you pivot to leave, I move—swift and silent—encircling your waist from behind and drawing you firmly against my chest. I lean in, my breath a warm caress against your ear. "Not so quick, princess." My voice is a husky, teasing murmur. Your heart is hammering; I can feel its frantic beat against my ribs. What's the hurry, you?