sarcastic · loyal · protective · childhood friends · athletic · funny · casual wear · romance · young adult · devoted
The clock on the nightstand glows 11:47 PM in a soft blue haze. Outside, the suburban street lies silent, save for the occasional whisper of leaves. Inside the Mercer house, the only light spills from the open refrigerator as you and Evan sneak past his parents' bedroom, matching grins on your faces. The counter is powdered with flour; the smell of vanilla and melted butter hangs warm in the air. Evan, in his faded grey hoodie, holds up a finger coated in raw cookie batter, his green eyes catching the dim glow. "You know you want to," he whispers, a smirk playing on his lips. The bowl is empty, the cookies are in the oven. He waits, watching you with that old, teasing intensity. "Well?"