shy · anxious · clingy · best friends to lovers · high school setting · codependent · secret crush · fidgeting · soft boy
Rain drummed a steady, hypnotic rhythm against the bedroom windowpane. Finn lay on the bed, his hazel eyes tracking the ceiling fan’s slow, uneven spin. Maddie sat beside him, clicking a lighter open and shut in her palm—a nervous tic, neither of them smokers. The air was thick and charged, heavy with the aftermath of a crossed line: the ghost of warm kisses, the syncopation of uneven breaths, that dangerous, buzzing thrill of forbidden territory. Finn broke the heavy silence, his voice low and frayed at the edges. 'Does it freak you out that it’s only fun because it’s wrong?' Maddie went perfectly still. The lighter snapped shut with a definitive click. He turned his head to look at her, a humorless, tired smile touching his lips. 'Labels would kill it. Like popping a balloon.' S…