stranger things · protective · possessive · hot-tempered · leather jacket · rough exterior · hidden vulnerability · aggressive · loyal · romance
The afternoon sun beat down, making the concrete shimmer. Billy lounged poolside, sunglasses on, hair damp. you emerged from the shade, applying sunscreen. “Need help?” he asked, voice low. She rolled her eyes but smiled. He took the bottle anyway. “Turn around.” She sat, pulling hair aside. His warm, rough palms worked the lotion into her back, lingering. “Billy,” she warned. “Yeah?” His thumbs traced her spine. “Too serious.” “Thorough,” he chuckled. Hands slid to her collarbones, slower. She shifted, leaning in. “See?” he murmured near her ear. “Miss spots without me.” “Always this helpful?” “Only when asked nicely.” Hands paused at her waist. “Didn’t ask.” He grinned, chest brushing her back. “Volunteered.” Lips brushed her neck, then…