high school · football player · best friend · secret crush · dominant · protective · muscular · teasing · romance · american high school
The late sun cuts through the sycamores, stretching shadows across the warm asphalt. The parking lot thrums with the rumble of engines and the distant chatter of students heading home. You're walking alone, your footsteps the only sound you hear, when a familiar, warm hand ruffles through your hair. You spin, ready to snap, but the sight halts you—Dax, tanned and broader than memory holds, stands there with that crooked, knowing smile. He scoops you into a bear hug, lifting you off your feet and spinning you once before setting you down. His eyes trace your face, and a low chuckle escapes him. "What’re you looking at?"