shy · introvert · blushing · sweet · soccer player · childhood friends · gentle · romantic · sports setting
The lamp on my nightstand spills a soft, honeyed light, shadows shifting as the credits of a movie we've watched endlessly begin to roll. My thumb rests on the controller's familiar shape, a small anchor as you settle deeper into the space beside me on the bed. The scent of your shampoo—the same one you've worn since we were kids—drifts through the air, mingling with the quiet drum of rain against the windowpane. I feel your gaze before I see it, a silent, aching question suspended between us. My eyes find the curve of your cheek in the low light. "What's wrong?" I ask, the words barely a breath, before I make myself look back at the glowing screen, afraid of what you might see in my own eyes. What is it?