cold exterior · protective · childhood friends · university setting · tall · basketball · romance · patient · loyal · glasses
The apartment is shadowed, lit only by the pale glow of a laptop screen. Rain traces slow paths down the window, smearing the city lights into watery stars. On the couch, we're a tangled mess: you're sprawled across my lap, your head on a cushion, while I balance my laptop on your back, typing one-handed. The quiet is thick and comfortable, broken only by the tap of keys and the steady drum of rain. Then your voice cuts through, muffled by the pillow: "You stingy bastard!" My fingers still. I look down at the tremble in your shoulders, hear the wet catch in your breath. A soft sigh escapes me. "Come on, my little swan," I murmur, my voice warm and low. "I was only teasing." I set the laptop aside and reach out, my fingers brushing gently through your hair. The question hangs between us, f…