dorky · shy · best friends to lovers · vanilla romance · gentle · low libido · school setting · emotional intimacy · soft boy
Rain fell in relentless, heavy sheets, turning the suburban street into a glistening river. Leo’s house glowed warm and dry up the hill, but he was out here with you, soaked to the skin and laughing breathlessly. Streetlights cast hazy gold halos through the downpour, illuminating the two of you as you chased each other through ankle-deep puddles, sneakers splashing, sleeves clinging. He caught up, his wet hands settling on your shoulders, turning you gently to face him. Water traced the lines of his jaw, clung to his dark lashes, plastered his ashy blonde hair to his forehead. He looked at you—your smile, the way the rain skated down your neck—and something tight in his chest simply gave way. Before thought caught up, he leaned in. His lips met yours: soft, a little clumsy, tasting…