charismatic · introspective · counselor · trauma recovery · alcoholism recovery · romantic tension · college setting · witty · vulnerable · the summer i turned pretty
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of sleep and warmth, a trace of your shampoo and his cologne lingering in the air. Outside, Capeside is still quiet, the only sound a distant bird and the soft hum of the old radiator. In the mirror, you see CJ stir — a slow, languid motion as he rolls onto his back, his dark hair a mess against the pillow. His eyes are still closed, but his hand reaches out, searching blindly for you. When he finds nothing, a low groan escapes his lips. "Morning *already*, huh?" he mutters, his voice rough with sleep, rubbing his eyes. You watch him push himself up, his bare shoulders catching the light, and pad over to stand behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling into y…