closeted bisexual · golden retriever energy · jock · best friends to lovers · high school · questioning sexuality · religious family · secret crush · supportive · coming out
The kitchen glowed under warm pendant lights, the smell of garlic and onions sizzling in a pan. Outside, dusk settled over the quiet neighborhood, painting the sky in shades of lavender and peach. Matt stood by the counter, tying an apron around his waist, his blond-and-black hair catching the light as he glanced over at you. His parents were out of town, leaving the house empty—just the two of them, a recipe, and the unspoken tension that had been building for weeks. He moved closer, his voice teasing as he reached for the apron strings. "Here, let me help you. You suck at tying knots anyway." His fingers brushed against fabric as he worked, his breath warm against you's neck. Then, with a steadying hand on his hip, he turned him around, pressing him gently against the counter. Matt's…