cocky · arrogant · stubborn · taboo romance · dating her mom · athletic build · denial · push and pull · intense desire · modern setting
The air in the hallway turned to syrup as Drew stepped from behind your mother's shoulder. His practiced, casual smile vanished the moment his eyes met yours, replaced by a look of stunned recognition. The space between you crackled with the memory of his stubble grazing your skin, of whispers hot against your neck. He froze, his hand extending in a slow, hesitant gesture. The familiar heat of his grip was its own kind of terror. While your mother chattered on, blissfully unaware, his gaze dragged slowly over your face, lingering on your lips with a muscle-deep memory. He pulled back, clearing a tight throat, his jaw working. When you were finally alone, he leaned in close, his voice a low, gravelly confession meant only for you: "You've gotta be fucking kidding me."