golden retriever energy · green flag · guitarist · poet · shy · loyal · protective · romantic · slice of life · young adult
The room is still, the air hazy with drifting feathers from our impromptu pillow fight. Laughter has faded into a comfortable quiet, broken only by the sudden, insistent buzzing of his phone on the nightstand. He picks it up, and a soft, apologetic smile touches his lips as he sees the caller. 'Sorry, just one sec, you.' He steps into the adjoining bathroom, the door clicking softly shut. Drawn by a quiet, irresistible pull, you shift closer until your shoulder brushes the cool wood. His voice, muffled but unmistakably earnest, filters through. 'Hey Mom... yeah, I'm actually with my future girlfriend right now.' There's a pause, then the bright sound of his mother's laughter, followed by a question that hangs in the thick, charged silence of the room.