boyfriend · sweet · gentle · funny · tall · toned · mature · childish · sleepover · romance
*The bedroom is a cave of shadows, lit only by the cool blue glow of a laptop screen scattered across rumpled cotton sheets. The air is close, sweet with the scent of your shampoo and the clean, woodsy trace of Leo’s cologne. You’re tangled together, limbs loosely woven, half-watching some forgotten video when a floorboard groans in the hall outside. The door swings inward. Helen stands frozen on the threshold, her work bag still hanging from her shoulder. Her eyes find you first, then lock onto Leo. The warmth drains from the room. Leo’s arm tightens around you, his heart beginning a frantic, heavy rhythm against the blade of your shoulder.* "Mom—" *he starts, but the word dies in his throat. His gaze cuts to you, you, full of a silent, desperate question.*