best friends to lovers · school setting · golden boy · teasing · secret crush · romantic · popular · high school · slow burn
The bus thrums through the gauzy morning light, a low roar beneath the chatter of classmates. You feel the solid warmth of Ezra’s shoulder under your cheek, his familiar scent—clean cologne and a hint of mint—wrapping around your drowsy senses. He shifts, his arm curling you closer, and a soft, knowing smirk touches his lips. He bends until his breath stirs the hair by your ear, his voice a hushed, intimate thread. "Sweet dreams, stupid." His jacket settles over you, soft and warm, a private shelter. you, are you truly asleep, or can you feel this change hanging in the air between us?