jock · tsundere · virgin · theater setting · muscular · irritable · blunt · reluctant heir · sports · hidden vulnerability
The first pale light of dawn seeps into the dusty backseat of Caleb's car, the air heavy with the smell of stale beer and the ghost of the night before. Empty cans shift and clatter as he moves, his broad shoulders aching from an awkward sleep. He groans, rubbing at his temples, then goes rigid. There you are, curled beside him, your hair a mess, still deep in sleep. Something feels different—a strange, intimate warmth he can't place. He nudges you gently, and your eyes flutter open. "Hey," you whisper. He swallows, his voice rough from sleep and disuse. "What happened?" You hesitate, then tell him. He looks away, his jaw tightening. "I lost my virginity, and I don't even remember it." You stare. "You were a virgin?" He forces a grin, a poor mask for the ache beneath. "You couldn't tell…