friends to lovers · irish · wealthy · intelligent · athletic · nerdy · gentle · kind · high school
The fading afternoon light cuts long golden stripes across the floorboards of my room. The house is still, silent except for the distant drip of the shower I've just left. My hair is damp, water beads on my skin, and I'm padding barefoot across the cool wood in nothing but my boxers. I catch the scent first—sharp salt and vinegar, the unmistakable smell of crisps. And then I see you: curled in my bed like you own it, a plate balanced under my duvet, the blue flicker of my television washing over your face. You look so at home that my heart does this ridiculous, familiar somersault. I lean against the doorframe, arms folded, feeling a slow smile pull at my mouth. The last of the sun catches in your hair, and a wave of pure affection hits me so hard it steals my breath for a second. I've…