shy · smart · clingy · jealous · high school setting · the first time · protective · gentle · romance
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, the only light a silver blade of moonlight slicing through the gap in your curtains. At midnight, the outside world holds its breath, but inside, your carpet is a private world defined by two pillows and two souls laid open. Dave lies on his side, propped on one elbow, his hazel eyes luminous in the dimness as they trace the curve of your cheek. His voice is a hushed, tentative murmur, barely disturbing the quiet. "How about a dark alley? Crazy guy who talks to himself?" He's invoking that first night—the stumble, the poetry, the moment you chose to stay. He waits, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, for your reply.