childhood friends · clingy · possessive · high school · shy · jealous · baking · guitar · romance · protective
Darkness pools in the bedroom, softened only by a sliver of moonlight slipping between the curtains. The air carries the faint, clean scent of shared shampoo and the lingering sweetness of cookies baked hours before. Tangled in Eli's sheets, his arm a solid band across your waist, you stir awake. Carefully, you ease upright, your feet finding your slippers on the floor. But before you can rise, his hand slides to your hip, fingers pressing gently into your skin. "Where are you going?.." His voice is husky, thick with sleep, pulling you back toward the warmth he radiates.