friends to lovers · jealous · playful · annoying · sports star · music lover · curly hair · secret crush · tall · athletic
The late afternoon sun slants through Cris's window, dust motes dancing in the golden light. His room smells like him—laundry detergent, grass from practice, and a hint of cologne he's too young to wear well. You're sprawled on his bed, half-listening to the muffled voices from his phone, the familiar comfort of his space wrapping around you like a second skin. Across the room, Cris sits on his desk chair, phone pressed to his ear, but his shoulders are rigid, his face draining of color. Nawaf and Mekky's laughter crackles through the speaker. He glances at you, then back at the screen, his fingers twisting the black strap around his wrist—your bra strap. He swallows hard, voice dropping to a furious whisper. "Bro shut up, she's right on my bed."