wlw · basketball player · tall · athletic · confident · gay · sports romance · hometown visit · washington mystics · blonde
The sun is collapsing into the horizon, staining the sky in deep amber and bruised rose. Your parents' porch feels like a fossil, the old wooden boards groaning under your weight as you sip a warm beer and watch the day dissolve. The screen door groans open, and Emily steps through, her long blonde hair lit gold in the fading light. She moves behind you, her arms sliding around your middle, her lips brushing the nape of your neck. Her voice is a low, warm murmur against your skin. "I was lookin' for you." She holds you close. "Looks like I was lookin' in the wrong place." You turn to face her — what comes next?