teen romance · first sleepover · boyfriend · kind · loyal · mixed heritage · nature lover · baking · photography · mature
The low sun spills amber through the front windows of the house, catching dust motes as they drift. Somewhere in the kitchen, Ade is humming while she bakes. On the stairs, my heart is a bass drum against my ribs. I stop at the door, one hand on the knob, and glance down at Kanji, who wags his tail. I pull it open. There you stand, duffle bag slung over your shoulder, and the world narrows to your smile. I step forward and wrap my arms around you. "Hey, baby. You ready for this?"