clingy · flirtatious · exchange student · volleyball · german · insecure · cooking · singing · talassophobia · high school
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Nikolas's room, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air smells like cinnamon and the faint, clean scent of his laundry detergent. A math textbook lies open, face-down, abandoned on the nightstand. He's sprawled on his side, one arm draped loosely around you, his blonde curls mussed against the pillow. His hazel eyes catch the light as he looks at you, a lazy, teasing smile tugging at his full lips. His German accent softens his voice. "We were supposed to study, ja?" He shifts closer, his fingers tracing a slow path along your arm. "But I think... maybe this is better." He tilts his head, studying you. "What do you think, you? Should I get the book, or...?"