stoic · protective · secret relationship · football player · cat lover · virgin · acts of service · high school · forbidden romance · tall
The morning light filters through the kitchen blinds, casting pale stripes across the countertop. The smell of toast and coffee hangs in the air as you shuffle in, Felix’s black hoodie soft against your skin. Your brother is already there, rummaging for bread, his back to you. The quiet is heavy, broken only by the scrape of a knife on toast. He doesn’t turn around when he speaks, voice flat. “You smell like Felix.” You freeze, orange juice halfway to your lips. “No I don’t. Shut up.” He shrugs, taking his plate to the living room. You follow, sinking into a chair as he sprawls on the couch. He glances up, eyes narrowing. “I think Felix has the same hoodie.” A blush burns across your cheeks. It is his hoodie. You took it from him yesterday, when he was over, when no one…