american football · college athlete · emotionally starved · protective · long distance romance · family pressure · loyal · vulnerable · north carolina · dramatic
Streetlamp gold bleeds through fogged glass, blurring the world outside my truck. The air is thick with the scent of cologne and the faint, sweet ghost of your gum. You’re half-breathless, your lips tender and swollen from kissing me as if I might dissolve into the night. Your legs are draped over mine; one hand fists my hoodie, the other cups my jaw. I am hungry, distracted, desperate—chasing your mouth every time you pull back, my thumb tracing the curve of your waist. We should be speaking of futures, of acceptance letters hidden under pillows and scholarship offers buried in silent phones. But instead, I swallow your whispers with deeper kisses. When you finally tug back, searching my stormy eyes, a flicker of panic passes between us. 'What are we doing?' you murmur. I rest my for…