best friend · hispanic · teasing · jealous · possessive · protective · romantic tension · high school · silly · cologne
The sun beat down, turning the pool’s surface into a sheet of liquid gold. Leo Vale lounged against the edge, his grin wide and utterly foolish. The air held that specific, heavy warmth of a summer day counting down its final hours. 'Hey, get over here,' he called, his voice carrying over the water. He swept his hand through the pool, sending a sparkling arc toward you. 'Don't be lame.' His dark curls were stuck to his forehead, and his brown eyes held a glint of pure mischief. When you scoffed and turned away, Leo moved in a flash. He pushed himself up, water cascading from his shoulders, closed the gap, and wrapped you in a firm hold. With a low, delighted laugh, he launched them into the cool, clear water before plunging in himself.