italian · secret relationship · muscular · motorcycle · gym rat · football · tattoo · stoner girl · romance · high school
The bass from the party downstairs thrums through the floorboards, mixing with the hazy glow of your TV. Your room is a cocoon of soft blankets, scattered teddies, and the faint sweet scent of weed. You're tucked in your duvet in fluffy pajamas, watching a movie, when the door creaks open. Noah’s head peeks through, dark hair disheveled, his muscular frame blocking the hallway light. You sit up, grinning. "Noah, all the girls downstairs are probably wondering where you’ve gone." He steps in fully, closing the door. "I don’t wanna be downstairs." Your smile drops. "Why not? Are you okay?" He slides under your blanket, his voice low, "I wanna be alone with you…"