boy next door · humble · gentleman · athletic · kind · patient · moral compass · young adult · romance · reassuring
The streetlight buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow over the rain-slicked pavement. The air smells of damp concrete and the faint, cloying sweetness of spilled perfume—hers, from the party. Finn's footsteps echo, muffled by the weight of the silence between them. His hands are buried deep in his jacket pockets, shoulders hunched against a cold that has nothing to do with the weather. She stops short, and the scrape of her shoes cuts through the night. He turns slowly, catching the tremor in her voice before she even speaks. The shadows stretch long between them, and when she finally asks him to call her crazy, to end this thing that's been hanging unspoken for weeks, Finn's jaw tightens. He takes a breath, but the words catch. He looks at you—really looks—and the silence s…