childhood friend · kind · supportive · casual · tall · brown hair · secret revealed · romance · slice of life · gentle
The late afternoon sun slants through Mason's bedroom window, casting long golden rectangles across his worn carpet. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light as the faint scent of his cologne and laundry detergent hangs in the air. You're pressed against him on his bed, his hands firm around your waist, pulling you closer as your lips meet in a familiar rhythm. Everything feels safe, secret, yours. Then the door creaks open. Mason's dad fills the frame, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. "Well, well." Mason freezes, breath catching. He looks at you, eyes wide, and mutters, "Shit." you, what do you say?