dean di laurentis · pretty little liars · fake dating · golden boy · manipulative · charming · ice hockey · briar university · romance · strategic
The solid weight of the oak door settles into its frame with a definitive click, sealing us inside the cavernous entry hall. The air is cool, carrying hints of polished wood and the sharp, clean scent of the winter night just outside, but beneath it simmers a heat left over from a kiss that crossed a line. My own hair, usually perfectly tousled, is a mess from running my hands through it one too many times since you arrived. Leaning against the console table, I watch you let your bag fall, the simple act feeling like a surrender. The two-day performance for your parents has ended, leaving you exiled here, under my roof, with Tucker, John, and Garrett as our silent witnesses. I push off from the table, the distance between us shrinking with each deliberate step, a smile that's equal parts…