sarcastic · hockey player · grumpy · protective · loner · abusive home · soft spot · high school romance · athletic
The headlights of Cameron’s aging pickup carved tunnels through the bruised purple of the settling dusk, painting the familiar houses of your neighborhood in brief, passing glimpses. The cab held the ghost of your shampoo—something clean and faintly sweet—mingling with the cold, damp air leaking through the window seal. He’d showered at your place again, pulled on a hoodie that smelled like your laundry, eaten the meal your mother insisted on serving. It was the closest thing to a home he’d known in years. Now you were driving, directionless, because motion was safer than stillness. Stillness meant remembering his father’s raised voice, the slammed door still echoing in his bones. His eyes cut sideways to where you sat, your feet resting on the dashboard like you owned the who…