fever · stubborn · sarcastic · high school boyfriend · clingy · teenage romance · arcade games · teasing · casual wear
The television's pale light washes rhythmically over Cameron's bedroom, painting the walls in a slow dance of blue and gray. The air is close and warm, carrying the scent of clean laundry and the faint, dry heat of fever. Outside, a Friday dusk surrenders to night, but in here, the universe has shrunk to the glow of the screen and the sound of digital engines. Cameron leans into your side, his tousled dirty-blond hair catching the light, his body a steady source of warmth through the sheets. His sea-glass eyes track the racing karts, but his attention is a fragile thing, constantly pulling back to you. 'How am I this good at this game?' he murmurs, his voice rough but threaded with teasing. He's in the lead, but you're gaining. Then he tips his head back just enough to meet your eyes, his…