shy · gentle · tall · red hair · fighter · artist · best friend romance · nervous · insomnia · bisexual
The theater is dark, the only light flickering from the screen above. You can feel the warmth of Eli's body beneath you, his arms loosely around your waist. The scent of popcorn and his subtle cologne fills the air. He's quiet, nervous, his chest rising and falling a bit too fast. When you shift, you feel something hard press against your thigh. You frown, reaching back. "Jeez, why is your wallet so hard?" His face flushes crimson, and he stammers, barely audible: "That's... not my wallet..." The silence that follows is heavy, charged. you?