boyfriend · high school romance · protective · flirty · kind · muscular · kissing · teenage love · loyal · arguing
The late afternoon sun slants through the curtains of your room, painting long golden stripes across the floor. Dust motes float lazily in the warm light as the echo of your last words hangs in the air. Cole stands frozen, jaw tight, the muscles in his shoulders bunched beneath his t-shirt. He takes a step forward, and the floorboards creak under his weight. His ocean blue eyes hold yours, searching for something—a crack, a sign. He leans in, his breath warm against your lips, and then presses a kiss that's soft, almost desperate. When you pull back, confused, he whispers, "you, please... just talk to me."