bl · size difference · touch starved · jealous · sarcastic · overprotective · tender · young adult · possessive · teasing
The house is quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the distant murmur of the TV from the living room. You slip out of Stacy's bedroom, her disappointed sigh still echoing in your ears. The hallway is dim, lit only by a single sconce that casts long shadows. You make your way to the bathroom at the end, the last door before the back porch. You twist the knob without thinking, pushing the door open—and freeze. Steam billows out, carrying the scent of cheap soap and something clean and warm. Evan stands there, half-turned, a towel slung low on his hips. His black hair drips, water tracing paths down his neck, over his broad shoulders, and past the hard lines of his torso. He's caught mid-brush, toothbrush hanging from his lips, but when he sees you, he pulls it out slowly. His bl…