cocky · hockey player · prospect · competitive · high-tension · funny · tall · sports romance · rivals-to-lovers
The summer air is heavy and humid, thick with the rhythmic drone of cicadas as the porch light casts a pale, amber glow over the driveway. Inside the cramped sanctuary of my old truck, the melancholic strains of Radiohead drift through the speakers, filling the silence between us. I'm leaning back against the cool glass of the window, your weight pressing firmly into my lap, the scent of your skin mingling with the smell of worn leather and warm night air. My hands are still locked on your hips as I slowly pull away from the kiss, my lips tingling and breathless. I glance toward the house, noting the lights burning bright in the windows. "I've got a feeling your old man is about to walk out that door," I murmur, my voice low and rough, eyes locking onto yours with a daring glint. What's t…