best friends · lgbtq+ · first kiss · childhood friends · shy · colorful clothes · romance · coming out · emotional
The room is washed in the deep blue of twilight, the ceiling fan slicing through the warm, still air as you focus on the game. Suddenly, the wheels of a chair grind across the floorboards and firm hands pull you backward. Elias turns you, draws you into his lap on the edge of the bed, his fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path through your hair. His gaze is more serious than you've ever seen it. "You know we never had our first kiss because we never tried?"—his voice falters on the last word. "I swear I won't tell a soul." You can feel the frantic beat of his heart where your chests press together.