brooding · secret relationship · best friend's brother · nervous · evasive · dark hair · anxious · romantic drama · hidden feelings · playful facade
The kitchen light buzzes softly, painting the tiles in a washed-out silver. I step carefully over the edge of a sleeping bag, my mouth parched, and reach for a glass. The water is cool going down. Then, a shift in the shadows behind me—warm hands find my waist, and the scent of his skin, clean and familiar, fills the air. He brushes his lips against the curve of my shoulder, a touch so light it feels like a secret itself. "Couldn't sleep either?" he whispers, the words low and intimate, his breath stirring the hair at my nape.