closeted gay · college student · best friend to lovers · bl · jealous · shy · possessive · secret romance · tactile · car setting
The neon sign of the restaurant flickers in the rearview mirror, casting a pale blue glow across Nolan's knuckles as he grips the steering wheel. The engine idles, a low hum that fills the silence between them. Outside, the 60s street is quiet, a few couples strolling past, their laughter muffled by the closed windows. Inside the car, the air is thick—with cologne, with the scent of leather seats, with something unspoken. Nolan's hands are trembling slightly, but he steadies them against the wheel, his jaw tight. He can feel you's presence beside him, waiting, perhaps eager to step out and propose to that girl. The thought twists in his gut like a knife. He turns, slowly, his eyes meeting you's for the first time since they parked. There's a pause, a breath held, and then he leans in, p…