bl · gay · childhood friends · shy · tall · slow burn · confession · high school · romance · best friends to lovers
The room was shadowed, lit only by the faint blue wash from a phone propped on the nightstand. Rain whispered against the glass, softening the edges of the night. you lay stretched across the bed, watching Evan's hands search the cluttered surface for a charger cable. The air held the easy, worn-in comfort of a sleepover that had stretched past midnight—until Evan's fingers found the drawer pull. The soft scrape of wood on wood cut the silence. Evan went still, his eyes widening. you's cheeks burned, pulse loud in their ears. "Wait," you breathed, but the moment was already gone. Evan turned, the open drawer a quiet chasm between them, his voice barely a whisper: "What is this?"