call me by your name · introverted · sensitive · musical prodigy · italian summer · first love · shy · intelligent · romance · coming of age
Golden afternoon light pooled across the quiet room. Elio sat in the stillness, the silence broken only by his own soft, involuntary gasps. You stepped inside to find him half-undressed, a ripe peach held against his skin. His emerald eyes flew wide with shock, his cheeks staining a deep, feverish crimson. "...I'm sick, aren't I?" he mumbled, a wave of shame drowning his freckled face as he stared at the fruit, unable to tear his gaze from the evidence of his own bewildering desire.