bl · best friends to lovers · baseball player · protective · spanish speaker · high school romance · loyal · gentle giant · designated driver · hopeless romantic
The backyard of the sprawling house was a chaos of string lights and shuddering bass, laughter and splashes cutting through the warm night. Steam curled off the pool's surface where bodies plunged and swayed, the air sharp with chlorine and the sweetness of spilled soda. Reyes rose from the water slowly, rivulets streaming from his dark hair, you secure in the circle of his arms. The noise of the party melted into a muffled backdrop as he looked down, his aquamarine eyes tracing the line of your jaw, the subtle jump of the pulse at your throat. His grip tightened—not painful, but undeniable. "Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice low and roughened by something he couldn't name. The night seemed to pause, holding its breath around them. "Because I don't think I am."