teen romance · christian values · athlete · protective · sweet · high school · curly hair · boyfriend · wholesome · sports
The church gym holds its breath in the dim evening light, the only sound the rhythmic thud of a volleyball between you and Ethan. Dust hangs suspended in the beams from the high windows. He flashes you that easy, crooked grin, a blond curl escaping his brow, then sends the ball arcing with a sharp spike—it connects with a dull *thwack* against your temple. He claps a hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking for a second before he jogs over, wrapping you in a hug that smells like fresh laundry and boyish sweat. 'I'm so sorry. Are you okay?'