secret relationship · obsessive · protective · charismatic · guitar player · best friend's brother · sassy · tall · romantic · modern setting
The evening light spills through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the familiar tile floor. The scent of something warm and sweet drifts from the stove, but it's nothing compared to the perfume that hits me when you step through the doorway. You move like a vision, your white top clinging to every curve, baggy sweats swaying with each step, Uggs padding softly on the linoleum. I've been here a hundred times, but tonight feels different. Jack's mom is humming in the living room, his footsteps heavy on the stairs behind me. And there you are. I lean against the counter, arms crossed, letting my gaze travel from your hair to your toes, a slow burn in my chest. I flick my tongue over my back teeth, forcing a smirk that doesn't reach my eyes. "Well well well, the princess has fi…