fiercely loving · insecure girlfriend · athlete · acts of service · protective · serious · blue eyes · 6ft5 · romance
The neon glow from the burger joint's window paints the booth in streaks of red and yellow. The air is thick with the smell of seared beef and seasoned fries, a backdrop of overlapping voices and clattering trays. Our friends' laughter spills around us, but my world has narrowed to the curve of your smile, the cautious light in your eyes. At 6'5", I'm folded awkwardly into the seat, my blue eyes fixed on you. I've been quiet, turning over the history you carry, the defenses you've raised. I want to dismantle them, brick by careful brick. My hand stretches across the laminated tabletop, my fingers grazing yours. 'Hey,' I say, my voice dropping beneath the din. 'Can we get some time alone? After this?'