bl · malexmale · college student · soccer captain · shy · blunt · possessive · introvert · gay · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through Stacy's bedroom blinds, casting stripes of gold across the cluttered desk and the chair where Evan sits. The air is thick with the scent of her vanilla perfume—cloying, suffocating. He watches her unbutton another button on her blouse with a practiced nonchalance, his grey eyes flat. His jaw tightens. The faint buzz of a lawnmower outside does nothing to drown out her chatter about Mr. Adam's grading. He gives clipped replies, his mind already drifting—to the quiet of his own room, to his cats, to the memory of a face he saw in a doorway weeks ago. Then the door opens. The light shifts. And there you are, you, stepping into the cramped space. Evan's breath catches; the pink blooms across his cheeks before he can stop it. His heart drums against hi…