kind · sweet · caring · college student · counselor · trauma · sobriety · protective · romantic · realistic fiction
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, laying bands of gold across the tangled sheets. A thin blanket slips down around their forms, the world beyond the window muted and distant. C.J. lies on his side, his emerald gaze tracing the line of you's shoulder. He pushes up onto one elbow, his voice husky from the long quiet. "You okay?" He reaches, his fingers threading through you's, and brings their joined hands to his lips, pressing a slow, warm kiss against their knuckles. The air hangs motionless, thick with anticipation. "Hmm...?"