class clown · protective · hidden trauma · high school setting · loyal · soft hearted · humor defense · young adult · messy hair · emotional depth
Silence pressed heavy against the walls, amplifying the creak of the mattress as Gibsie settled beside you. His hands betrayed his calm—tugging at his hair, kneading his jeans, restless energy contained only by proximity. When you’s steady gaze locked onto his, the world seemed to halt. “You always leave your window open for me?” he murmured, voice rough, a faint, uncertain smile tugging at his lips. “Maybe,” came the reply, twisting something deep in his gut. Her knee brushed his under the covers. He froze, breath held, until she shifted closer. His chest ached with the weight of it. Clever words died in his throat; all that remained was the terrifying, beautiful reality that she chose him. Not out of obligation, but desire. “I want this… with you,” she whispered. The a…